Her make-up & hsir done in the style of a classy whore. She was barely recognizable. I dressed casual-classy. No one was gonna be looking at me anyway...We were surprised to see so many Men in the lobby area. Most of them looked to be in Their 20s!They all stopped and stared at my Wife. Her pert, barely covered, C-cup breasts, long medium-blonde hair, full shapely figure...She was worth a stare or ten!A path was made as She walked through the Young Men, making Her way to the theater. A few brave. "Alf cried, pointing a manicured finger, "Ah, ha! Tha, that's why you said there weren't any French butlers, only French maids!"Lisa scolded, "Oliver!"Alf said, "And, and that's why he wants to think I look like a woman!" And he put a hand below his girdled waist.Lisa Douglas cried, "Oliver!! You couldn'ts cold turkey your affaires! Your craving has you projecting your movie starlets onto poor Alf!"Alf laughed, in almost disbelief, "Me? A movie starlet?" Oliver Douglas said, "Me project!!?! Who. He showed up at 4:30 offering to help, she like that. They ate, lit a camp fire, talked and laughed. He offered to give her a massage, she lied face down on her cott. He gave a great massage, he turned her over, massaged her front. He asked if he could massage her pussy lips, she gladly said yes. He started massaging them and noticed a smooth substance was present, she asked what was wrong. He held some up for her to look at, she said I started ovulating today, so it's my mucous sliding out. He. I leaned over his crotch and took his deflated cock into my mouth so that I could clean him up. "Well, that's a first for me," he said when I was done. "Never did twins before." I had no idea what he was talking about. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I fucked your twin sister over there about a half hour before you came in," he said. This was really perplexing, since I don't have a twin, sister or otherwise. I looked over to the seating section on our right. The blonde was still there, her feet.