They were disappointed but hung around in the reception area to have a few beers and relax. We talked for a while, they both seemed pretty nice and my...normal temptation set in. My interest was piqued because the one guy kept looking me over – I was wearing a sarong (as usual) and a loose, flowing peasant top.Before I said anything I assured myself that; the other guests probably wouldn’t care and I’d only see any of them once…never again. They were all just tourists.There’s never a ‘right’. Through the curtain and a few steps around the corner – where the mattress in question was propped against the wall – I whipped around to face him. He was closing in, cologne melting me, his fingertips tickling my nipples through the flimsy fabric.‘You like eye-fucking my ass, huh? You little perv?’‘Yeah.’I grabbed his bulge, squeezing, massaging.‘Yeah? You want the slut saleslady to show you the mattress?’‘No, I want to show you the mattress.’Punctuating his witticism, his hands fell to my ass. You're so attached to Mary, that she's certain you'll agree to anything, no matter how humiliating.)To start with, I'm 42 years old. So, perhaps you think you have the advantage of youth, since you are only 34. But then, Mary's only 25, so the difference doesn't seem that great from her perspective. And I'm so much more fit than you are. You are five feet, five inches, five inches shorter than Mary. And your five feet, five inches, are composed of pure flab. Mary showed me a picture of you in a. When we hit back to our room, we were fooling around. We kissed we hugged we touch each other while we drop onto the bed. I kiss all over her face. Her soft lips. Her beautiful eyes. Her pointed nose. And her sensitive ears. I blew air into her ear and she was shivering with enjoyment.As I continue to kiss down her neck, My hand roam up her legs. Those smooth slender legs belongs to those of a model. As I feel those sexy thongs, I slide my hand towards her crotch. I could feel her dampness.