I began to snicker at their conversation as I siped my OrangeJuice. Aunt Stephanie then lowered her coffee cup from her bee stungred lips and eyed me ...p. "And you Manny, how many times have I told youto clean off your mud filled shoes at the door!" Before I could get aword out, Priscilla poured more gas on the fire. "Yea you little twirp,you had mud in the bathroom and in the hallway last night as well!" Hush Priscilla! You're in enough trouble as it is!" "Mom, haven't youheard a word I said. Flustered, she shifted in her seat. She found herself staring at his hands, wondering how it would feel to have his long index finger rubbing on her clit. Or probing inside her. Or how his hands would feel running down her body, over her tits, down to her hips. He cheeks coloured as he looked up. He was staring at her again. “You’re not listening are you?” he questioned gently. God, this was becoming unbearable. Did he feel the same? Glancing down, she saw the answer to her question. He was. “Ple, pleas…please, fuckkk..” I sounded like I was speaking gibberish, but it was hard putting words together when my ass was being drilled mercilessly by a mad man packing a 10-inch weapon.Mario was pounding me with a steady rhythm he would plunge his cock all the way up my tight ass cunt, then three quarters of the way out, he would plunge that weapon back in again. Back and forth he pounded. he groaned and grunted has he hammered away, I could his sticky sweat on my back and ample ass cheeks. “That was awesome.” “Bartender,” Liz was waving the bartender over. “Sign her up.” I went off with the bartender to finalize my seat and room for the trip. As I walked away, Liz slapped my ass. “It’s a month away! This is going to be great!” The plane was landing in Montego Bay, Jamaica. I was beyond excited for what the week held. Being the only one of the crew that’s been to the Hedo Resort before, I was just as excited for them. We had a couple small planes booked to get to the other side.