We instructed everyone to get off the bus and stand next to their partners and await further instruction. Counting again to make sure everyone got off...the bus a few got off followed by Darren , the Trisha who was laughing , then my wife. She was holding the rail to step down when Mohammed got up behind her and stabilized her at the waist “i got you big momma” followed by her thanking him nervously . Everyone was given a brief instruction to unpack and get ready for the first event . I was going. So I went to her pg to pick her up. Omg what a girl. She looks absolutely beautiful. She wore red dress which is my favorite one. I straightly taken her to my home. Luckily owners went to nearby relatives house I was alone in the duplex. I taken her to my room and keep her eyes closed and opened my room key.As soon as she opened her eyes she was surprised by my decoration. And she gave a warm hug to me. We entered the room and closed it. She brought a watch as a gift to me. We hugged and kissed. He told her their names and she said yes, they were there and asked if he needed them. He said no but suddenly, dad came to the door and asked if I wanted to come in the room. I said yes and Greg followed me. The hotel suite had three bedrooms I guess, and after walking past a couple of them and seeing people fucking in those beds. I knew it was a sex party for sure. Greg laughed and told me he knew his parents were swingers and that sometimes, they let him join in. My dad laughed too and so. His raven-black hair, dark skin and rugged features give him a bad-boy look. He likes working in the stables without a shirt, showing off his husky, muscular body drenched in sweat.I’ve hidden many times and watched his gorgeous body as he works. I’ve often wondered how it would feel to touch him, maybe even strip him naked.Sometimes I’m ashamed of myself for the wicked, erotic thoughts come to mind when I think of him.Once, out there in the barn, I think he may have seen me watching him as I.