What made the picture memorable was the suit I was wearing. It was a modified British men's morning suit, which I still had. The photo was also a chal...lenge, since I was not presented in a flattering manner. In fact, I was acting like a girl. Trust Sheila to show me as feminine, while dressed in masculine clothing. Damn, that woman is good.Once I followed all the convolutions, there was only one thing to do. I asked a hotel staffer to get the package and gave the picture to Lars, so he could. “I guess I should count myself lucky then.”“You haven’t seen anything yet. You’re in for a real treat, my dear.” Kamarrah grinned and leaned closer to Amelia’s womanhood.Shivers of anticipation shuddered through Amelia. “I can’t wait to see what you have planned if this is nothing.”“Be patient.” Kamarrah’s lips brushed sensitive flesh. “I promise to make it worthwhile.”Words formed in Amelia’s mind, but they never reached her lips. A sharp gasp took their place as Kamarrah resumed making good. I glanced from her tits to her face and saw that she was watching to see my reaction, her eyes dancing with mischief and fire. I simply reached up and pulled her face down to mine for a long, tongue probing kiss. When our lips parted, I told her I hoped she didn't mind my sudden impulse, but it was something I had wanted to do for a long time. She assured me she wasn't offended, only curious why I had taken so long to make a move. Confident that she was as hot as I was, I quickly closed and. ‘Oh!’ Carol said simply as she came. Carol threw her head back and her legs started shaking. She collapsed on to Danny then rolled off him and into my arms. I leaned forward and kissed her. Not just a friendly kiss on the lips but a full blown passionate French kiss. Danny pulled his fingers out of me and got on his knees quickly moving behind me. He moved Carol’s legs so I was straddling one of them with my thigh pushing against her pussy. I could feel how wet she was through the nylon! His.