“Right then, you stay here sunningyour self Candy, while Jim and I go and have a good look around your house”And so I was left. I don’t know how...long I remained bound tightly to myhammock; it must have been close to two hours. I can tell you that for whenthey eventually came back out to the pool, I was dying. The sun was reallyhot on my back, exposed ass cheeks, and legs. I was sweltering and ready togive them anything, I was so thirsty and hot, I would have gladly agreed toanything they. She reached down to her drink again, took another big gulp, looked at me and said Jack, I dare you to touch your wifes tits. Without responding, I moved to the same couch the two girls were sitting at. I took my wifes hand, stood her up and placed her in front of Tanya. I stood behind Jillian and wrapped my arms around her to cup both of her tits. Jillian moaned at my touch and I looked over her shoulder to watch Tanyas face as I squeezed my wifes tits. Tanya, I dare you to run your hands up. I didn't think either of them had noticed me checking them out, but they certainly turned around and noticed the stupid gringo holding his forehead and moaning in pain while wrapped around the pole. They came over good-naturedly just to make sure I was alright. My sense of machismo kicked in and I insisted I was just fine, but I'd been thrown off-balance enough that I couldn't come up with a single witty thing to say, and the girls had walked off moments later without giving me a backwards. Everybody looked at me like I was crazy when I showed up using crutches, then laced up my shoes and went out on the court to warm up. I had such a shit life and experienced enough pain that I made myself a promise. If it were a choice between fun with pain or no fun, I would take the pain every time. Otherwise, I would never have any fun.Between the crutches and not knowing where Jen’s room was, it takes me a while to find her. When I walk into her room, Jen’s mom has her nose in a book, but.