How special he made me feel. There really is no way to describe the feeling. We had both discovered something that had been missing in our lives for l...nger than either of us ever thought. What we began at 1:15 am, we were still doing at 4:30 am.I was snuggled up under Rogers arm, my small breasts pressing his ttorso, my wig long gone and my natural longish below shoulder hair mussed beyond any recognizable style. I woke softly, with out the realization of what had happened for about 5 seconds,. I turned to walk back to my room thinking of books I could read when the devilish side of my brain snapped on. I stopped in my tracks and looked down the hallway. Most of the staff was on slacking as my parents were not here to oversee things, and I knew several of the maids had gone out for an afternoon of shopping. Stella was here of course but she was in her quarters watching her afternoon stories. That left me basically alone. I tip-toed with my bare feet to Ming-Lee's bedroom door......I. I quickly stripped down naked, then walked over to the bed and looked down at her beautiful face as she lay there, enjoying Steve’s tongue on her pussy.She grabbed my cock and pulled me closer to the bed, then turned her head and started sucking me. I started feeling her tits while Steve continued to lick her pussy. After a few minutes, she stopped sucking my cock and said “YES! Oh God, YES!” She arched her back, pushing her pelvis upward against his mouth, her belly muscles tightened in. I looked on the bright side, I might lose a few pounds on the 18 hour trip home.After a couple hours, my wife didn’t share my stoic outlook.“Can’t we do something?” she asked.“Find a dealership and stay around for a day or two?”“Or go home sweating.”“That’s about it.”She shook her head. “I’m dying here.” Then she reached down and pulled off her panties from beneath her pleated Indian cotton skirt. “I’m glad I wore this lightweight clothing.”“I’m glad you took your undies off. I’m getting a.