His wife was a Columbian refugee... damn, what was her name? Cruz. That was it. Josephina Cruz-Bustamante. Mean something to you?" Yeah, I think so. O...r buddy up there is the father of the man who was making my sister's life a living hell. And the son had ties to the Columbian drug cartels."Jones' face went hard. "That makes things rather interesting." Yeah, doesn't it?"I sat back in my chair, and Mr. Jones turned back to face the committee."Doctor, this is all quite disturbing. You fail,. She's like a secretary or an administrator or something. I always hated having her there since she could keep tabs on me all the time. My mom and dad have been divorced for almost as long as I could remember. Mom is always telling us that dad was a macho jerk and that's why she divorced him. Mike and I only get to see dad for a week each summer since he lives cross-country. Mike and I always enjoy spending time with him. We go camping, hiking, fishing, all cool stuffAnyway, back to my current. We would have separate rooms. It was just as well that she was pretty fluent in Dutch because mine is non-existent.We went sight-seeing in the town and I saw that one or two theatres were providing live sex shows. I knew that because the information outside was given in English as well as Dutch. I could guess what that meant, and Amy said she could, too. As for me, I have watched x-rated videos and I thought it would be good to see that sort of thing, live. I asked her if she would like to see. Come between our legs and give Sarah a good licking, I told her. I felt her tits and hard nipples slide over me as she came between my legs then moved up to Sarah’s pussy. It was a nice feeling….but then I felt her tongue begin its work on Sarah’s clit and cunt lips, and my cock too. God I feel so exposed, said Sarah. You look beautiful, said Lynne from between our legs, and taste great too. This is fun, she added between licks. Why didn’t we do this before! Then she got down to serious.