Panicking Anya tripped over her own feet and landed on her knees, she knew they were bleeding but that was the least of her problems. Thirty five, th...rty four, thirty three. Opening a random door Anya raced inside and as quietly as she could shutting the door, breathing deeply she reached desperately around. Twenty three, twenty two, twenty one. Yes a wardrobe, not much but it was the best she could do while practically blind and on a timer. Crawling inside Anya found herself praying it was. I sat silent and amazed as my wife wanked this old guy with his huge cock while he fingered her pussy in public ! my mind could not take it in. “ Why don’t you undo your blouse Linda, I am sure we would like to see those gorgeous tits of yours free” “ Mike, help undo Linda’s blouse for her, she has her hands full at the moment” I had to get up and lean over to undo her buttons, the blouse falling openexposing her lace bra, her nipples swollen and in need of attention. “Mmmmmm yes they look. And boy did we ever. The first few days we had a routine of waking up and making love very first thing. Then we would take a stroll for breakfast, mingle with the locals and then hit the beach and catch some rays. At some point a lunch of jerk chicken, rice, beans, and rum drinks were necessary and then we would walk back to the condo for an afternoon nap. After waking up we would sex each other again, take a shower and hit the bar for the evening. We had not a care in the world and were having. Yup, he'd already made a tent for me. Dang boy.. more like a.. I dunno what's a really big tent? A yurt?It took him a few seconds more to process the whole 'position zero' thing; the fact that I was suddenly defining an indexed list of physical positions that I would expect him to assume before I had my way with him was no doubt a bit jarring for him. That it was a zero-indexed list, the implication that the cardinality of this list would no doubt grow above 1 as I continued to molest him day.