With trembling lips she gives me a short and quick kiss. I let her go. She rushes into the house through the back entrance of the garage.Next day morn...ng, she gets up in the morning and goes for her morning routine and a bath, in her sleepiness probably forgetting what happened yesterday. It would probably dawn upon her when she takes her bath as she sees her own nude body in the bathroom mirror. Whether she remembers or not in the bath, she will definitely remember it after she comes out of. Life does not like train riders that much though.I do not know many times I sang: 'And I need you today, oh Mandy" in an hour. It was more than 'I write the songs that make the young girls cry'. The worst was "Copacabana", an hour of 'But just who shot who?' or 'She would meringue and do the cha-cha' was mind numbing. Even for "Copa" there were layers of worse and worser; the master of evil mornings was 'Her name was Lola'. Not even a complete lyric, it made the hour seem endless and had me. Then he slid his hand up the inside of my wife’s thigh and rubbed his fingers along the side of her dark purple satin thong. He slid his fingers faster and faster, causing Ana to loudly moan and grind her pussy against his fingers. I saw the stranger move his fingers to the side of her thong, tracing a line along the edge of it. At that point I was so hard I pulled out my dick and began to stroke it. I heard my wife moan even louder so I looked over and noticed that this guy had now exposed my. I know they’d love to have them another night and my mom can watch them tomorrow while Dad’s at work and I can call Helen (our travel agent). She can get the reservation changed for us.” Adriana was talking fast, trying to get it all out in a single breath!My mind swirled a couple minutes with this new idea that, obviously, Adriana had thought out before she came down to our room. I asked her, “Are we okay, you and me?”She hugged me, wrapping her arms around my back, “Sweetheart, I love you..