It sounded like claptrap to me, but I’ve never been known for my free thinking. To top it off, so she told me, the instructor was this gorgeous hunk...of a Frenchman, named Marcel.Friday morning, over breakfast, she brought him up again. That was unusual, and I started getting a slight twinge in my gut. “Should I be worried?” I asked her across the kitchen table.“About Yogi Marcel,” she asked, not realizing how silly she sounded. I couldn’t help but chuckle.“Yogi? Is he smarter than the average. I heard giggles from upstairs, so went to join them. They were naked again, and Jenny was on top, their breasts rubbing together, their pussies joined and slowly rubbing. It was a glorious sight, as I stripped and sat beside them, not touching, just watching as Sylvia tensed and grabbing Jenny even closer, wrapped her legs around her and came in a beautiful shuddering orgasm. “Now you,” Jenny said, “anyway you want.” I changed places with Jenny and kissed Sylvia, again a deep tongue twisting. William sat down on the couch in the living room of the suite he shared with Lucy. He yawned with a low roar while stretching his arms over his head.Lucy smiled at him and asked, "Did you have a good time?" Yes, I did," William said."The bride was lovely," Lucy said."Contrary to expectations, the groom didn't have a club foot," William said.Lucy laughed and said, "Patrick was so funny." Patrick was so proud of his sister," William said. He had caught Patrick explaining to someone that William. I then took the soapy towel and began to wash his underarms. He leaned forward so I could sponge off his back. When I was done with that, he lay back again and I carefully washed his chest and abs. He looked incredible wet. I bit down on my tongue to keep myself from getting an erection. I washed his arm and he raised the broken one and sniffed the cast where his fingers appeared. He smiled and dared me to smell it. It smelled horrible! I continued to wipe the soapy cloth across his slightly.