God, I ached for this man like no other man in my entire life, and it didn't just stop at sex. I knew right then, I needed to have this man in my lif...! I didn't care that he also was fucking Francine and Gina. He most likely would continue doing so. For now, though, he was my man, and I had him all to myself.He removed the beach towel from me and tossed it onto the lounge chair next to ours. He then grabbed the fresh dry beach towel from the lounge chair next to ours and spread it out on. As luck would have it, it was closed until morning. Dad said he spotted a hotel down the road, so we each grabbed a small bag with a change of clothes and toiletries. I also decided to throw in a swim suit, just in case they had a pool. My sister commented on that being a good idea and brought one of her own. After securing the car, we all hiked about a half mile down the road to a small hotel. My dad went up to the desk got us a room. The room had two queen beds but dad said he would. We sat on the sofa. She was wearing jeans and t-shirt she was looking gorgeous, I was not able to move my eye from her.Anyhow, I tried looking here and there and sat on the sofa in her living hall. She offered me some snacks and a cool drink and she came beside me and sat there. She asked me why I have chosen to work as a gigolo. Then I told her about my financial problem and we talked for some time.Then I put my hands on her thighs and started rubbing while talking to her. She caught my hand. He had known Ralph was open and frank to the point of coarseness at times, but never had he expected to hear such personal comments coming from the man. Why, he was practically suggesting that he, Howard, engage in lewd practices like... well, like voyeurism, for God's sake! Self-voyeurism, at that!Ralph opened the walnut humidor on his desk and selected an imported cigar. He snipped off the end with a tiny pair of gold scissors, lighted it with a gold lighter, and blew a cloud of blue-gray.