I stood there with my mouth open. Amista and Aldrix wore a sarong around their waist like their father. Amista looked about seventeen or eighteen year... old and stood about five foot five. Large brown eyes and coal-black hair held in a ponytail that hung halfway down her back. Full smiling lips, She was naked from the waist up, seemingly unconcerned that she was showing me her B cup tits with dark brown areola and nipples—the perfect picture of a Polynesian beauty.Her brother Aldrix looked to be. He responded by thrusting upwards into her.His hands reached around and groped her large breasts, pinching the points on the ends. She shuddered with pleasure.The woman between her legs was doing a hell of a job, too. When her tongue wasn't on Juggs's swollen clit, they licked the man's balls."That's it ... yes!" she moaned. "Right there ... right fucking..."The pounding on the door broke her out of her bliss."Give us a minute, goddamit!"She was so close, she almost didn't hear the sound of. She immediately heard crack-crack-crack sounds from across the room. The sounds of a spanking being given and there was a line of women dressed in short skirts and knee socks. Anastasia took off her long green coat and gave it to the hat check girl. Now looking every bit the party-goer in her very short khaki skirt and navy blue knee socks asked. “I need to see Michael Patrick.”“That’s him over by the window where the naughty ladies are standing in line.”That’s why she couldn’t see him. He was. A man is allowed to be naked in his own home."Smiling at her somewhat confused face, I managed a simple "Sorry." This was an unexpected bonus for me, and I intended to exploit it as far as I could.Trudy, and her husband, Manny, lived in the apartment below Dagmar, on the bottom level. They were unmistakenly Jewish, and although they moved mostly in Jewish circles, were not outwardly religious. They were lovely people. Trudy was a petite livewire, gregarious, happy, amusing, entertaining. As she.