The owner Uncle John who from now we shall name him as UJ because its easier to type, was an elderly guy around 60. He lived alone with his wife who h...d currently gone to stay with their k**s abroad. He was also a regular drunk at the local beach bar. We had asked for the place for 15 days and in the 3 days since we moved in I noticed him checking my wife out. He would just stand in the balcony looking right at her each time we went out. I don’t blame him because she wore the skimpiest of. He'd brushed his sexy wife off with a few words about having trouble with the students at school, which he knew she hadn't believed, and now, sitting there at a sexy party that hadn't reall gotten started yet, he was fighting the urge to share his thrilling experiances in a verbal manner.Part of the fun of doing something unusual was telling about it. If he'd told Elaine, she would've wanted to make arrangements to have sex with the boys, and the girls, and that might cause them both to be. We both knew we were doing it, but at first we didn’t acknowledge it to each other. I remember hearing the sound of skin on skin as I would take brief glimpses of him with his hands down his boxers. We also would do this, out of view, under the covers, as we talked mainly about sex, before drifting off to sleep. Usually, one of us would excuse ourselves to the bathroom to clean up our ejaculatory after we climaxed, but at first we never said anything to each other about it.When we would spend. Swear to God, man. You should have given the boy's hazard pay with that ass on the scene. You know what I'm talking about.But I wasn't going to do anything, chief. Sure, anyone with eyes could see, Carol was hunting for satisfaction. It is Carol, right? A little embarrassed, I can't remember. We all knew that bitch was in such heat. But fuck it, we had work, and that means something to me.But then, man, you had to open your fucking mouth. Don't get me wrong; I expect men like you to nickel and.