Get a good night sleep and a good breakfast."As he stood there looking at me I got up and left."Mr." the man started to say.I stopped him. "Remember w... have a deal, you must, if you can, help someone else." I told him."Yes sir, I will." Then he in an emotion filled voice, he yelled, "I promise sir, I will do that."Then he walked on shaking legs to his table and collapsed into his chair and with his wife and children looking on, he cried.I do this all the time. Actually, I have done something. Carol came into the room still drying herself. She smiled at Peter. Peter said we should all try some of the weed. He rolled a joint and passed it to Carol. She took a hit and passed it to me. I suggested we have a drink. I went to the in-room bar and got some gin, vermouth and ice. While I was making martinis Carol sat on the couch next to Peter. She had her hand on his thigh and was looking directly into his eyes.The joint was very powerful. Soon we were all slightly looped. I turned. My ass was responding to his onslaught, pushing back and squirming more of what his tongue was to explore. This lasted at least 20 minutes as he ground his face into my ass, the tongue darting and lunging for all its worth. I was dripping with desire and he asked if I would sit on his face and suck his cock. I agreed immediately and re-positioned myself and to satisfy him and in return give him pleasure. His cock was rock hard at this point and was wet with saliva as I gave him more of what he. After I goosed her a little about catching a bigger bass than she had – to which she merely made a face – we got to fishing. The pan fish were much less exciting after the previous night’s expedition, though.“You seem preoccupied,” Heather observed.“I guess.”“What’s up?”“I’m leaving in three days,” I blurted out.“Yeah, that sucks. Sure you can’t transfer schools? Live with your aunt and uncle?”For a moment I imagined it, but it was just a dream, of course. “I wish, Heather, I wish.”There was.