With the sound of Marty coming downstairs, the fun stopped, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before my pants would no longer be a barrier to Marge’s... groping hand.Chapter 2Fortunately, or unfortunately, the phone rang only moments after Marty, in her bathrobe, sitting very gingerly, had begun to eat her breakfast, and Marge and I had sat down to enjoy what we hoped would be a short cup of coffee. It was Don, inviting us to come over and watch ?a pro? show his wife not to question his decisions. Fay looked at it and said "I'm sorry I can't do anything about that but maybe if you will just give me time." I got up and went to the bath and pissed.When I came back my hard was gone.Fay looked at it and in a sad voice said "It's gone away."I laughed and told her it was and it was time she got ready to go to Mexico.Fay jumped off that bed and hugged me and asked if there was more to see there.I told her there were two more big markets and then Boy's Town.Fay wanted to know more but I slapped. Namrata interrupted and said she would go for olive oil massage. Oh sure, i got up to get the oil and asked Namrata if she is ready. Namrata did not say a word and just positioned herself on the mattress with her back on the bed. I take the towel from her back and she was looking so lovely with her monstrous thighs a little apart. I told her to lay on the mattress on her tummy and back facing roof. She did the same; My eyes were treacherously looking at Namrata’s bums which were huge but. Small dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older folks in town referred to it as 'that place where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the fuck do they know that if they ain't been there themselves ?Mostly out of town truckers, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some married dude from town that couldn't get head from their wife. I went straight to the back of the field to the motel. It.