I would love to tell you every single naughty detail but obviously I wasn't invited. My hotwife told me that when she arrived at the hotel room there ...ere black men from 16 to 60 watching multiple televisions. The 50" flatscreens were showing the SuperBowl pregrame but the jacuzzi and bedroom televisions had on interracial hardcore porn. My hotwife took off her silk robe and immediately began serving drinks to Kenny's guests. Less than a half hour later she was convinced by a $200 tip to serve. At last the wait was over. I was barely out of the car when Katie came bounding out of the house and practically tackled me. Becky was right behind her. They both thanked my dad for bringing me over for the day.“Since he’s doing all this handyman stuff for you, just let me know if you need for me to loan you some tools,” Dad said to Becky. Katie just about lost it and had to bury her face in my chest to keep from laughing out loud. Maybe it was the mention of tools that she found so. We only spoke to each other when absolutely needed.Weekdays Andrea continued on as she had, coming home no earlier than eleven o'clock at night. Fridays, she would pack a bag and leave until late Sunday afternoon.Thus, did her weeks go until three or four weeks later. On a Saturday evening, she returned unexpectedly at nine o'clock. She seemed rattled, as if something had happened and shook her up. She went into her room and stayed there almost all through Sunday. Sunday, I could hear her. I giggled and you knew something was going on and called my bluff. “Okay, so you wish you hadn’t left, how do we fix that? You are already at your sister’s house, what now?” You said. Mustering up all my courage, I whispered into the phone “You come here then, no one to disturb us, house to ourselves, and we can just see what happens.” I held my breath waiting for your answer. “Baby, it’s three in the morning, you really want me to come there?” You asked. Softly, I said “Yes.” I really wanted.