"Yeah, I'm not tired either. Would you like to come up to my room andtalk?" suggested Rosa innocently. "Maybe we could help each other to fallasleep...."Terry was so horny from watching Carmen and Theresa that all she reallywanted to do was go to her own room and masturbate herself to a satisfyingclimax. She was worried that her physical arousal was obvious and did notwant to spend any time with Rosa alone for fear that Rosa might sense heraroused state and start asking her some embarrassing. Doe. Please do come in." The old man beckoned John inside and closed the door behind him. "My name is Martin Woodsworth. Feel free to call me Mr. Woodsworth. I am the head butler around here. You arrived sooner than we had anticipated. Mr. Johnson is slightly preoccupied at the moment, but he shouldn't be for long." He raised his wrist to his mouth. Upon it was some sort of black wristband hidden just beneath the cuff of his suit. He pressed his thumb against the black band and spoke. "Mr.. Yes please Mrs. Reed!” Bert stammered awkwardly. “First let,s take our clothes off and get comfortable?” The older woman suggested as she disrobed laying her clothes over the hard metal support of the bridge which obviously wasn,t all That comfortable, but better than sitting or laying on bare metal. Though in her late thirties Amanda Reed had a slim figure, perfect curvy breasts with extra large nipples, her tummy not as flat as it once was after two c***dren, but a very shapely ass and long. It’s too hot for costumes. “ Casey reminded him, a smirk playing on her rosy lips. “So, we’ll have a beach party. We can use the roof garden. We’ll set up umbrellas so people won’t fry or die of skin cancer. How’s that?” He sat back, a satisfied grin creasing his smooth features. He knew he had her. “I still can’t believe you came up with the idea.” Casey said sarcastically. “You know, if we weren’t friends forever I’d be insulted.” Leander pouted, his full lips jutting out comically. “You know.