I checked him out as best I could with my binoculars; at this distance, he looked like a Mexican. He might be a bandit, or he might be a man heading h...me after an honest season's work. I wasn't afraid of a lone bandit, especially one I got this much notice on, so I turned toward him. A little company in this lonely place was a comfort.When I got close enough, he waved and called out, "Buenos dias, amigo."I waved back and answered, "Good day to you, too, my friend. Where are you headed?" Ah,. We lay down next to each other and started to kiss and caress each other, our kisses growing more passionate as she rubbed her hand across my chest and I along her back, roaming down to her great ass. She did not object when it gave it a little squeeze. We continued to kiss as her hands found their way to my hardening dick and started to stroke again she didn’t object as hands roamed up under her negligee and started to caress her breasts, rolling the nipple between two fingers she let out a. My sister Sarah was laying on her stomach on the bed, naked ass pointing up, chin on her hands, watching the show. Joe was still in the chair across the room. He looked desperately frightened. The two Other Daddies held my arms as my wife approached slowly, her hips swaying back and forth suggestively. "Enjoy the show?" she asked sternly. "Did you like seeing Sarah get fucked as well? Did you learn anything seeing me get fucked by real men?" With a wave of her hand the two Other Daddies. I'm facing my worst nightmare--getting caught playing with Ann's lacy undies. But I'm totally hooked on wrapping myself in her silk and lace. I decide to move forward. The risk adds to the adrenaline rush.I stretch out my fingers to grab the drawer's brass knobs. The sensual pleasures of cross-dressing are tantalizingly close when I hear a car door slam outside. The breath leaps from my chest, and I think about scampering out of the room. I hear women's voices outside. Then I realize the sound.