I told her that my hotel was just a five minute walk away. She stood up. Her beautiful, 5 foot, 11 inch body was like a model's body. I asked her what...she did for a living. She smiled and pulled me out of the bar, leading me by her hand.When we came on to the street, her red hair glistened in the moonlight. God, she was beautiful. Why did the idiot boyfriend cheat on her? Was he crazy? Well, good for me.I pointed her in the direction of my hotel. It was a modest one, but she didn't seem to. By now they had full attention of the small group ofguys in the store that were trying hard not to looklike they were watching. Karen had on one of herbusiness suites which reveals lots of cleavage. By thistime the black guy had moved his hand around to thefront of her suit and was cupping one of her fullbreasts. From the side you could see him rubbing hernipple. I was standing back trying to pretend I was reading abook and had the biggest hard-on watching my wifegetting her tits touched by. I watched through the kitchen window as Jennifer and Ashley arranged their towels on the ground near the pool. I quietly pushed the kitchen window open in the hopes of eavesdropping on their conversation.“How old is your Uncle Jim?”“I don’t know, 35 or 36. Why?”“He’s pretty hot. Does he have a girlfriend?”“I don’t think so. He never talks about anyone. Would you want to fuck him?”The two girls burst into a raucous fit of laughter that I knew was just for show because I was already fucking. Jennifer’s ideas about Japanese cock had now been filed in her brain under myth. She was temporarily oblivious at what Ken was doing to her at this moment, she was entranced by his cock. Ken continued to work her pussy, and was squeezing her left breast hard now, sometimes pinching at her nipple. She reached out slowly and touched the tip of him with one finger and quickly pulled it back, just as if she were checking to see if something’s hot or not. Realising it wasn’t going to hurt her, she.