It had a bit more room than the rental car, which Mike and Gwen shared."Get your GPS thingie," I said. "We might need to do a few more errands one nev...er knows these days," I admitted. The hood, as the cops called the area around the project, wasn't all that far from West End, were my converted motel was located. Not in miles, but in attitude it was a million miles away. West End was poor rednecks, but they all worked at something it seemed. Very few of the poor people in the projects had jobs.. I watched the women walk off down the path as mind dreamed of what might have happened. My wife will take photos of everything documenting our holiday for friends and relatives to see on Facebook. I followed the women along the path down to a sheltered canopy at the end of a path. No one else around both of the women are Eurasian tall statuesque beauties to this mature gent. I find them again in a similar position except the roles are reversed. The women has her jeans down to mid thigh her. She wanted a real dick inside her. She'd packed the k**s off to her sister's for the night, which had been fine by them (even if they did tease her about knowing why she was shipping them out of the house) and now she just wanted a night of decadent sex.She heard the taxi pull up and went to the front door to greet her husband. She checked the peep hole to ensure that he was alone as he strode up the drive way before dropping the robe she was wearing to stand waiting for him, naked as he turned. “Hey, Sai. What’s up with the way everyone’s dressed? Is there an event or something?”Sai finished her text message, and looked up at Catherine. “You’re one to, like, talk. Where’s your makeup?”“I, uh, don’t wear makeup.”“Kat, I’ve know you for, like, three years, and I’ve never seen you leave the house without makeup.”Kat? Catherine hated that nickname - she had always considered it too informal. That was the least of her problems right now though.“Sai, if this is some sort of practical joke,.