Would we be segregated like they showed on the movies? I didn't think so. It looked more like there were lounges and outdoor patio areas where we coul... sit and talk. Just the same, my head was full of questions and I wondered how many of them Joyce would be willing or able to answer.The Dunsmuir Pass on I-5 over the Siskiyou Mountains was clear and dry, unusual for late February. I made good time and was in the Dublin area by three Friday afternoon. I had booked a motel in Pleasanton, a short. It's time to derail this whole thing." Dad," I said, knowing where he was headed after some of the probing questions he'd asked, "do you think it's wise to charge in there?"Jessica was looking between my father in the front seat and me in the back. She wasn't sure what was going on, but knew something was up.I could see the edge of his face smiling. Then he answered, "Yep, I sure do. Honey, could you throw this stuff away for us?"Jessica, after being treated to ice cream (before dinner), was. James had his arms crossed behind is head and had a shit eating gin. Very rarely do I see my wife that intense on a blow job. She was going after him like a porn star. I can only imagine the show her ass was giving the couples on the couch. Karen asked if I liked watching my wife sucking James cock. I smiled and nodded yes. I told her as much as I love seeing her grinding on me. I returned my full attention back on this sex machine on top of me. Her hands now rested on each shoulder. Candy was just as sexually satisfied as I was, and I made sure she came everyday.Fourteen hours later, we landed in Brazil. Candy had arranged for a limo to pick us up and take us to the hotel. It was late when we arrived, so we had a late dinner and enjoyed each other for awhile. We made love and fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next day Candy had ordered room service. She was taking care of everything. I usually was the one taking care of her, but since it was my birthday, she was in.