I hadn’t seen Stefania all day and as I climbed the stairs in search of the toilet I found myself standing on a steam filled corridor, with a light ...t the end and what sounded like water running. I approached cautiously and as I got near it went silent and then emerging from the steam came my mums best friend and neighbour in all her glory and making no attempt to hide her modesty. Her hair was dripping wet, her breasts covered in particles of water and her thick pubic hair shimmered as if. ”We were on the elevator to the tower room ... sorta. We were on the elevator to the fifth floor ... then it’s the staircase to the tower. The tower room is isolated from intruders. Central Michigan is a mixed population. People from all over Europe settled there.Pewamo, and Westphalia, towns south and west of my hometown, are largely German and the rural Germans have a tradition, Brautentführung or kidnapping of the bride. Close friends will at some point “kidnap” the bride after the ceremony,. She sighed gently and closed her eyes,“How do you want to take me Vikki ?. Are you going to fuck MY throat in revenge and cum there, or do you want to give my tight, …..................teen, …..................shitter a good pounding ?”. I watched as she rubbed her clit lazily with her fingertips, without knowing I was licking my lips in time with her sweeping fingers. Gina giggled to my left as she watched my reaction to Jane's wanton display. Her breasts pushed against my arm as she leaned in. Bob thought about it for a moment and then asked me if he could use our computer. He told me that there was no way he could come right out and ask his best friend if he could have sex with his wife. I showed him our computer and he typed an e-mail to my husband at work. The note was short, "Do you really want this to happen with me and your wife?" and he hit the send button. I knew Jim should be returning to his desk soon, so we waited. While we waited, Bob admitted that he had always been.