.. cum leaking from her asshole. There was also a nice, caked, dried mess of cum on my cock, along with her anal sweat. There was nothing brown, thank...ully. She must have cleaned out her bowels beforehand.Oh, God, she was gorgeous! She seemed familiar, but how, and where the fuck were we? This didn’t look like some hotel room, at least not at first glance, though it could be a suite of some kind. How had I gotten here? I was very confused, other than knowing that I had gotten drunk off my gourd. That might make the great and powerful Oz turn into just a small insignificant man behind a curtain of smoke. I believe you have met your match little man. Oh yeah, I may have some nice information for your wife as well. Now run along, little man. Your presence here is no longer wanted nor tolerated," Laura said.I led a broken man to the door and he left creeping slowly out the driveway.I turned back to the house and saw my wife slumped on the floor. She was out cold. I think that she had used. "Please sit down and get comfortable,” instructed Red as she pointed Lynn towards the red leather couch.Red half-pushed Lynn onto the couch, causing her feet to fly up as the love seat partially reclined."We won’t need these," she continued as she quickly removed Lynn's shoes, caressing each foot with her red hair as it came free.As the music began to play Red pulled down her thin straps once again allowing her firm breasts to swing free. Before Lynn could utter any response, Red climbed on her. Brian said to Carol, "I'd like to get my hands on you again and fuck you." Carol groaned, "I love your hands and cock." The dance ended with both of them smiling and a lingering look on their faces. From the resort staff table, Rasta and Fred danced over to our table and pulled Carol to the dance floor. The dum de dum of reggae played. Carol danced between them bumping and grinding on their crotches. Rasta and Fred squeezed Carol between them and were caressing and licking her breasts. Rasta.