"It's way past lunch and I'm hungry," she announced."Get the van out and let's go out for pizza," Jack told Zelda."You have a van too?" Melissa asked.... "Why didn't we use that to go get my stuff?" Ah, well, it's a special rigged handicapped van," Jack told her."Besides that, he forgot about it," Zelda told her. "Oh yes, he has begun to hate it because it makes him look weak. The great Whiskey Jack Daniels will never ever look weak in front of anyone, if he can help it." Just go get the van, for. We agreed that did sound interesting. Then my wife asked if the guys were walking around with hard-ons, and if there are people having sex all over. They said actually to the contrary, it is not allowed in any way. It was owed and operated by the resort and was not a swingers spot or anything like that. Sex was strictly prohibited, and in fact they saw first hand a man being asked by staff to leave because he had an erection. I think all of this convinced my wife to give it a try, so we made. "I have to give your brows more of an arch. And now for a little artwork with an brown eyebrow pencil." "Now I'm applying a foundation. With your yellow undertones, this one is perfect," she said showing me the cosmetic. "What do you mean, yellow !" "Most people have yellow undertones, silly," Sis shot back. "Notice how I'm blending in the foundation," she said, and I felt the brush flickering over my face. "Now I'm applying a charcoal colored powder eyeliner and am smudging it in just outside. Angela could not stop herself from admiring Chris's cock. It was beautiful and hard. She could see the big purple veins throbbing in it. Her husband was never as hard as Chris's cock looked. She began to wonder what it would feel like in her hand.Shaking the dirty thought from her head, she stabilized the wheelchair while Chris pulled himself into it. Still feigning pain, Chris asked her. "Ms. Angela, could you please help me put my legs on the footrest of my chair?"Chris knew if she helped.