He focused on his task, trying not to stare at the movements of those black gauntlets: quick, controlled movements of caged energy, like a stalking ti...er. The biker lifted the dead wheel from the hub with ease and manhandled the spare onto the posts, spinning the nuts on with a few twists of his fingers. Shaun twisted the crank the other way lowering the old car back down to the ground, turn by turn. Tanned hands on the handle, calluses on the palm, he turned it. The biker torqued the last of. By four o clock we were laden down with bags of clothes, shoes, drinks and some tasty snacks. Back at our hotel we stripped off and lay down on our secluded balcony to catch the late afternoon sun. We both dozed off only to be awakened by a loud knocking on our room door. “Be a pal and see who it is,” said shilla. I grabbed my dressing gown and hurriedly dressed as I headed for the door. It was one of the waiters from the restaurant we had been to for breakfast. In his hand was. " Her smile becomes even bigger. "Martha, why don't you help Roger out by taking off your blouse?" What?" I can't help but voice out loud."You heard me! Go ahead and take off your blouse," Susan repeats. "Just unbutton your blouse and show yourself in a bra. It's no big deal! Roger's already taken off all his clothing, I'm only asking you to take off your blouse. And then come back to get me when he is ready."By the time I return to reality, I find myself alone with Roger. I don't remember. Lorraine squeezed my hand, signalling her own arousal. This promised to be an unforgettable holiday.In our room, Marie turned around and flopped down on the queen size bed. “Please make yourself at home,” she said, opening her legs to show us her shaved pussy. My cock sprang to attention. I never suspected South Africans could be so blatant about their sexual intentions. Marie didn’t stop there. She inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and slowly grinded her clit against the palm of her.