Someone was definitely in the house. Please, God. Don’t let it be a burglar. The sound came again, this time louder and Chantal was convinced that i... was a woman. Heart in her throat, she crept closer and gently pushed the door open the rest of the way. The sight that greeted her was one that she’d never forget. Her fiancé, Jean-Claude, was viciously plunging his cock into a redheaded woman, who was holding her knees open so that he could have better access to her sloppy cunt. Chantal’s entire. What about you Carmen?” she winked at me as she pulled her top off. She knew I had a thing for Joel. He was 5’11 with dark hair and eyes and a great tan that showed he was a true Italian. We had fooled around once before, but I had been too drunk to remember. I’m mostly a shy girl next door type. I’m 5’5, brown eyes, and red blonde hair, kind of chubby, with 38d tits. “Sure I’ll go in but I don’t want my pants soaked.” I started to strip down to my new cupcake bra, with matching thong. Jan. Where a banker went in, a female client came out. Not the prettiest of women, but a passable one nevertheless. With a big feminine smile flashing back at me in the rear view mirror, I drove to the address I had written down off the Internet the previous night. It was surprising, however, that the place seemed abandoned when I got there. The place should have been open to the public for a couple more hours in the least."Greetings, my sister," said a lovely crossdresser with autumn brown hair, a. )Shortly after we returned to our suite from breakfast, grandma announced that there was some guy on the phone, asking for Audry.Audry had a very short conversation, ending with, "Don't ever call me again!"It was the guy from the nightclub. He'd somehow followed us and found out our suite number.While Audry and grandma got the kids ready for the expedition to the zoo, I went next door, to tell dad and Uncle Rick what had happened.Mom asked, "Do you have the guy's name?" Yeah. 'James." Nothing.