As I did so Steve was a bit unsteady on his feet and landed onto the bed. We both laughed as we carried on. I'm 32 and Steve was 39. He was pretty goo... looking and we got on like a house on fire. Of course he was married to a lovely wife. When we got the bed sorted Steve sat back down on the sofa bed and dozed off. I said "Steve, wouldn't it be best if you got those clothes off." Not meaning anything by it but we were both soaked in beer having done some drinking dares earlier on in the day. He. Complimented the women, introduced himself to the guys, he was black, very black, he had danced with and fondled my wife before at this same bar, but this night the flirting got to her and she asked me if she should take him out to our motorhome parked in the lot, we were heading out to the desert that night and this probably wouldn't of happened if we hadn't drove the motorhome there that night, it just made it easy. So I said yes, but I wanted her to fix her already short black skirt so her. First removing my shirt and then my skirt, twirling around now in just my bra and panties. I reach behind and undo the bra, slowly lowering first the straps then tossing it to you across the room. You bring the bra to your face and inhale my scent as you then toss it to the floor. I again turn around and spread my legs as I begin to lower my panties, bending completely forward exposing my pussy to you as the panties move down to my ankles. As I turn around and toss the panties to you, I see. Paulus raised his sword over his head."Death to the traitors of our good Lord Sigfrid! Long live our Lord Lodewig! Long live the Lady Lieselotte!"The Birkenhain men answered as one: "Death to the traitors! Hail our Lord!"Paulus brought his horse alongside Pelle's. "Reeve, we're not really bringing in that fat shit as prisoner, are we?"Pelle gave a grim laugh. "And give him a chance to weasel himself out? Never, this side of hell!" I have a length of rope with me," Paulus said through gritted.