.. I ... I would like a Rum Runner, please," I stammer, unable to hold his deep gaze. Penetrating eyes, I say!He turns the folds on his sleeves up ano...her notch, showing off his muscled forearms before he gets busy making my drink. He slides it to me saying, "Here you go, beautiful."I blush and giggle like a silly schoolgirl and he once again chuckles."You don't seem used to compliments. Surely, you know you are beautiful and sexy?" he asks, making my legs quiver with his intense bedroom. They basically turned curb painting into a production business.Walking from door to door, Benny or Tim would pick up an envelope, with money in it, which would be hanging from the door knob. He’d gesture to the guy at the street to paint the background. When they were done, they would walk up the street to the next house with an envelope showing. The second member of the team would paint the number using a template. Upon finishing, he would clean up the template and head for the next site. The. As usual, her killer legs were shaved smooth down to short socks and blue running shoes. Then she bent over to scratch her ankle and he got a delicious view of that round little ass stretching out blue shorts enough that the panty lines were visible in the light of the porch. So there was a little fat and a hairy crack, not many MILF chickshad a butt this good…..why not string her along at least ‘till he got to fuck her in the ass.Besides, she looked very young for her age with her hair in a. I laid there for a while recalling certain details, and then I got up, and as quietly as I could, so that I didn't wake Mara, I made my way in the dimness of the hotel room to the restroom. I went in, and then closed the door quietly behind me.My cock, and though quite small, was poking up and outward against the fabric of my baggy undershorts. I pulled the elastic waistband down far enough to let my cock spring out into the open air. I silently began stroking it. Up, and then down, up, and.