Moussa s’est chargé du déballage de la nouvelle machine et a tout branché, eau et électricité. Et puis l’événement a eu lieu : Moussa m’a...proposé d’aller chercher la corbeille de linge dans la salle de bains, à l’étage de la maison. Le temps passe, Moussa tarde, je monte. La porte de la salle de bains est entrouverte, je risque un regard discret. Je découvre Moussa , la figure plongée dans une de mes culotte, une autre est à cheval sur son sexe. Il est en érection, j’aperçois son «gros bâton ». With that she firmly took Amanda’s arm and marched her into an adjoining room closing the door.This was when I first noticed a mirrored wall, I did not have time to dwell on that as the talking from behind the door seemed to stop. Suddenly in fact it was so loud even from behind the door. A series of very loud smacks that continued without pause it just went on and on after at least ten minuets. I heard Amanda start to cry. She was then crying how sorry she was but it just continued smack. She said she didn't as she couldn't wait to run out and kiss me. I handed her my glass and she quickly came back with a glass full for her and a refill on mine. Slipping into the tub I looked in awe at her naked beauty, those wonderful breasts just begging to be kissed and her hot ass that seemed to call for my hands. We sat right beside each other as we sipped on our drinks and smoked a cigarette relaxing. Just being near her my cock was already stiff with my arousal, testing the water I. She’s married to Bob Walters, and they own Border Country. Step over here, Evelyn. I would ask you to take a bow, but you may flash these good folks and embarrass them with those golden globes of yours.”Boy, this bunch was getting into this now, as they stood and cheered when Evelyn stepped over to kiss my cheek and flash some tan, upper thigh.With her at my side and the crowd still standing, I waved to Sherry.“Now, I want all of you to meet my sister, and manager, Sherry Helton. Give both of.