Our suite had two floors and when I came down from the upstairs bathroom, I was delighted to see Marie topless and fondling her tits to a web cam audi...ence. I moved behind her chair and loosened the halter neck tie of her top and teased her viewers by very slowly lowering it until finally my wife’s tits were on full display. I love my wife’s tits and happily fondled, squeezed and stroked them for the viewers for ages. The camera was focused on Marie’s tits and I noticed that she was fingering. I silently reached for the tweezers and he just stood there staring as I went to work, occasionally his hand would tense but he didn’t utter a single hiss or groan. “Yoichi, you know it’s okay to show you’re hurt right…?” He just shook his head, so I continued to pick them out, cleaning his hand up with a different cotton pad and rubbing alcohol when I could not find anymore. He switched hands and the processes repeated itself until it was finally over. All that was left was applying some. They talked for hours until the bartender said it was time to close. Jeff walked Lisa out. He had forgotten how tall she was until she bowed her head and kissed his cheek. She gave him her number. She wanted to take him on a tour to places that were off the beaten path. He offered to walk her home, but she insisted that she would be fine. He stood there as she walked away. He smiled as he walked back to his room.The next morning, he didn't feel like touring, so he pulled out his laptop. Even. I rushed to my bedroom window and looked out. He was sitting in his car. He looked so incredibly hot. I rushed back to the phone. "It is alright," he said. "Just come and open the door for me." I said, "Just give me a few seconds to put something on." He laughed, "Oh, please don't do that." I put down the phone and threw on my silk dressing gown. I ran downstairs and, as I got to the front door, I took a deep breath and opened it. As he came through the door, he bent down to hug me. We both.