The wife and I were looking around a small village when we bumped into Mick.He said he enjoys his job but doesn't like been away from home, he was 61,...married with two grown up boys. We spoke for a while then walked back to the coach with him. When we got back to the hotel the wife went for a lie down as it had been a tiring day, because I wasn't tired I went down into the reception area for a beer.As I was drinking Mick came and sat next to me, "You on your own" he said, I explained that she. Her body bounced against the mattress of the bed behind her and she blinked up at him, waiting. He stood firmly before her with his muscled chest bare and heaving with desire. She licked her lips, her hand starting to reach out to the bulge in his blue jeans.“Strip to just your panties,” he told her and she felt a shiver run through her body upon hearing the soft southern drawl in his voice. He stepped back as she stood up and began to undress.She stared at the bed, fingering the hem of her. “Why couldn’t we go straight to the embassy? We would be safe there.”“Would we? Don’t you remember what my local boss wanted to have happen to me? Look, it’s just one more night and that’s just for me make sure that we can make it there safely. Besides, wouldn’t you like to have one more chance to do some authentic local shopping?”The look on her face changed from worried to terrified in a split-second! It was only when she turned to look at Hana and Pam’s grinning faces, that she understood I. No big thing, but lots of little ones. Like, she got her skirts shortened and then sometimes rolls the waistband over to make them even shorter. She leaves enough buttons undone that her bra sometimes shows. On weekends, if I see her at all anymore, she wears really short skirts or shorts. When we went to a swimming party last month, her bikini looked like it was just three postage stamps held together with string and she flirted with every male she saw. Her big boobs and long blonde hair make.