Girls this isn’t supposed to be about paint fights. This is supposed to be about SEX. And don’t make such a big mess to clean up.’ The camera p...ans across to a young Hispanic man, hiding in the seats near the rafters. His eyes are huge as he stares at the scene below him. ‘Cut. Cut and wrap. Beautiful transition John. Call it a day girls, we go to work at the hotel tomorrow.’ It had all gone differently 40 years earlier in 1962. * * * * Two attractive, and mostly naked college juniors were. I looked over and saw the husband, a fit guy about my age, wearing nothing but boxers. He watched us with his hand stuck inside the flap of his shorts. He waved with his other hand. I smiled and flicked his wife’s nipples. She laughed and dropped down to the floor, where she pulled off my shoes so she could get my pants off. She seemed so horny, I got why this guy was seeking help to satisfy her. Not that I was complaining. She was hot. I could tell she spent a lot of time on herself. My wife. "Well, if you aren"t going to take advantage of the situation, I will," Joan said. She stood and shrugged off her robe then slipped onto the bed and kissed her daughter on the mouth. The kisses were innocent at first but that soon changed, and they began kissing passionately and fondling each other"s beautiful tits. It just kept getting better and better. "How long has this been going on?" I asked. "We played around the last time she was home," Joan said. "Yeah, Daddy. I made it with a. Sister Benedicta gave a brief nod, “It is my duty to be here.”Pointing to the raised dais in the rear of the small courtyard, Father Guilliame looked at the Sister of the Most Holy Order of the Most Blessed Virgin and asked, “Shall we begin?”“Yes,” she replied as she turned and moved to the appointed place.The Father followed the Sister, his hands clenched behind is back. He stopped once he had stepped up, his beady eyes following the sister. He licked his lips as she turned and faced him, her.