Ms Brahms put her head on Deans strong chest and moaned quietly. His fingers moved in and out as his thumb pressed against her clit. Her hands clutche... his firm butt as she came. Dean turned and walked off to the kitchen. He found Mrs Brahms bending over straight legged getting something from the bottom cupboard, the tight t shirt dress clung to every curve , camel toe and nipple. The tart wasn't wearing any underwear. Dean walked over and rubbed his semi hard cock against her butt. "Find what. I want you to stay here. I'll meet you back over by the bar after you're done."Jen was bewildered. "Done doing what?" Just stay here, okay. You won't have to wait long," Mike said, and he kissed Jen and left the room.Jen had no idea what was going on. She looked around the large ballroom. As she did, she heard a door open and close behind her, and she turned around. Standing there was Steve. Jen felt her breath race and her heart quicken.Steve walked towards her. He had a sly grin on his face.. I was time to get out. Careful not to slip I stepped of the shower stage and unto the floor below. Turning I held my hand for her to take. Observing me, as if in doubt whether she should take my outstretched hand, she hesitated for what seemed like long minutes. Then she extended her hand, maintaining eye contact, not looking down where she should step, and fully trusting me. She stepped onto the floor and waited patiently. It is our ritual at times like this. She waits for me to wrap her in a. I don’t remember getting there.I wasn’t at the Grand, I wasn’t in our room there. The decor did not match the tasteful look they used throughout the hotel.Wait! What’s that noise?Snoring, coming from behind me, from the same bed. It was not my wife. I reached back with my hand and found a firm behind. More importantly, it wasn’t hairy.I rolled onto my back and looked to my right. Long blonde hair, really nice figure and she looked to be a lot younger than me.I’m forty-two, in pretty good shape.