"That hair. Look at it. You're back looks like shag carpeting. It simply has got to go." What do you mean it has to go?" I didn't like where this was ...oing."I mean, unless you want to look absolutely ridiculous, that hair has got to come off - and all of it. Now." You can't be serious Debbie, I'm a guy, of course I have hair." Not for long, follow me."And she got up and headed for the stairs. What could I do? I followed.We entered a bathroom. She told me to take off my pantyhose and climb in. ’ I responded. I sink into her voice as I step out into the street, and ask: ‘So where are you?’ ‘At the hotel you suggested if I ever decided to visit, and you’re right it is very nice here.’ Was her response I decided to leave the why’s and what for’s for whenever I get to her. I knew exactly where she was, considering we had discussed her visiting for months, but I never thought it would happen knowing that I still had Stacy with me, and also everything seemed to be going wrong. Once I. I called her over and she slid in beside me in the back of the taxi.Man did she smell of all things a fucking good night is made of, cigs – booze – cunt and spunk. Instead of giving me a hard time she decided to tell me all. After creating a stir in the bar and leaving with the 3 guys, the taxi ride back to their hotel was an eventful trip of groping wanking and finger fucking. All the way on the way to the room the guys fondled her tits and arse. One of the guys had an idea and knocked on all. I suspected she was hoping Lizzy would come calling. Cathy insisted on feeding and watering Horas. He seemed excited. Perhaps still buzzing from his adventures the day before. After all two bitches has to be better than one. As for me? Well I enjoyed the delights of two women. It wasn’t long before Cathy was again on her hands and knees with cries of “Horas lick” then “Horas mount”. I had been watching my darling wife giving herself to Horas daily for over a week and it still turned me on. The.