We then helped position Angie back against the pillows. She was still somewhat flushed and disheveled, her face was glazed with Tricia's juices and my...cum as she savored the scent of our sex. As I regained my post-orgasmic focus, I realized that the porn video that Tricia had playing on the monitor had a babysitter theme, with mature couples playing with and fucking their younger babysitters. I couldn't resist teasing Angie, "I hope you learn some good lessons from this video to share with us. ”“I know it is unfortunate, but what else is there to do in this situation?”“True.” She thought about it. “Nothing I guess.”I went out and brought in our suitcases and Mrs. Wagner put us into a room next to the one Jimmy slept in. Maury was sitting across the room from Jimmy, just staring at him. I knew he wanted to leave to get the arrangements done. “Maury, why don’t you go now before he wakes up? We can tell him you are coming soon. It would be worse if you speak to him and then you leave.. She could not let herself be controlled by this any longer.She showered and dressed, unconsciously attempting to make herself as irresistibly sexy as possible. The baby woke up, happy and smiling. He made her heart melt with every smile, every noise, and every move he made. She loved him so much it hurt. She played with him, making him giggle in that infectious laugh babies seem to have. She watched him for hours in wonder, trying to memorize everything he did and every face he made. She felt. They were carrying souvenirs like maracas and toy donkeys. The Magalufians as Danielle called them were 18 to 25 and carrying any number of sexually transmitted diseases. “Usual crew,” said Phil with a yawn. “Yup!” Agreed Danielle, drumming her fingers on the desk. “Ah this is interesting…” observed Phil looking at his screen. “What’s that?” Asked his buxom colleague. “Flight 221B has been diverted from Monaco.” “Ooh Monaco! That’s different!” Exclaimed Danielle, adjusting her jacket buttons..