My wife said she was going to spend some time at her sister’s house. Her younger sister was having a party that weekend; she was involved with a bla...k boyfriend. My sister-in-law had been trying to convince my wife to “go black” for some time, with no real results. Again, I thought nothing of it until I called her. I called for my wife on Saturday evening; to my surprise my sister-in-law answered the phone. I already knew that my wife went there wearing tight blue jeans with a sheer black. Tamzin with her pink hair, too much blue eye shadow, some black lipstick with a lot redder blusher than was required and slutty costume now looked like a circus clown turned whore. Although most of the male population as well as a large proportion of the female population still would have found Tamzin as a sexual creature to die for."Photo time and then play time." Carla said, taking a couple of snap shots of Tamzin with her throw away Kodak Instant camera.Tamzin's thoughts where no longer on. Diane wanted the shed to be able to hold the yard tools, the pool cleaning equipment and some other things that never seemed to find a home. There was also going to be a small carport type affair on one side that she could store the riding lawnmower in so it would be out of the elements.Every day I showed up at her house, Diane was wearing something scandalous–either an oversized t-shirt or man's white shirt with nothing else, or her ridiculously tiny bikini, or some hot lingerie that would. I said that I haven't but I've thought about it. We pulled into the parking lot of the hotel that was only a block away. We Parked and got out and headed for the doors. My husband parked a few spots away and walked slowly behind us. In the hotel he followed us to their room on the first floor. Derek opened the door and we all walked in. It was a double room with two beds and a table and chairs by the wall. Derek told my husband to go sit at the table and he did without a wimper. Pulling me.