Karen looked a little puzzled, not understanding the conversation. Noticing her concern, I said, “They are admiring your cunt.” She smiled at the... compliment. Dieter then said, to me, “Grey, you have a choice. You can watch me fuck your friend, or you can watch Inge play with her. I looked at Karen for a clue as to which she preferred. She kept looking at Dieter’s cock and licking her lips. As much as I wanted to watch the two women get each other off, I said, “Dieter, I think Karen and I. What if he was supposed to be the target? But why go to such extremes? There has to be a simpler explanation." He slowly rolled over and pushed himself into a sitting position. "Well, whatever the hell is going on can wait while I get dressed."Zelda was worried for Jack. "Jack, take it easy," she told him. "Don't overtax yourself."As he eased himself off the bed he turned toward her and said, "You know, you sound just like an old mother hen the way you fuss at me." He saw the angry look forming. She appeared to be hostess, waitress, cashier, bus person, and probably dishwasher to boot. An old gentleman could be seen through a window in the partition separating the dining room from the kitchen. I later learned that the old short order cook was a retired chef and the hostess slash everything else, was his wife. Actually, I was pleasantly surprised, because as seedy as the bar was, the restaurant was really nice.But what caught my attention was the campground manager and part-time bar. Jo ki bohot hot hai, thodi fat bhi hai. Mujhe pehle se hi aunty yo me bohot attraction lagta tha.Mene kai sari aunty yo ko choda bhi tha. Ab sidhe story par aata hu. Us aunty ka ghar mere rojana ke raste pr aata tha so me roj unhe aate jaate dekha karta tha. Me humesha unki gand aur mumme ko dekha karta tha besharmo ki tarah. Usne bhi mujhe aisa karte hue dekh liya tha aur use pata chal chuka tha ki me use kis najar se dekhta hu karke. Lekin wo kuch nahi bol pati thi kyuki uske paas koi saboot.