And then she doubled down, “I know you drink Jack and Coke. I’ll take one too. I’ll be waiting in the hot tub.”As she went out the back door, ...y brain was whirling. Was there any mention of my preferred drink in my story, “A Tale Of Two Visits”, which was my personal story? Or could she have learned that by other means? Both times I met her in the hotel bar, I’d ordered plain Coke. At any rate, I felt totally disadvantaged by her intimate knowledge of me.I decided to play along enough to get. Y-yeah, that sounds good.” I was barely able to participate much more in this conversation.“So, how old was Jacob?” she asked.“Uuuuhh... 68, I think”“And John, who just died?”“He was 61 ... and my dad is 40-something; I get it, you’re saying, ‘Life Happens,’ aren’t you?”“Smart boy, so, we are both 16, waiting to get married. Why don’t we elope and not tell them?”I had that idea before, but now it makes it made more sense. “Yeah, why don’t we elope, but do it in Vincennes?”“You can cum now if. She'd tried to take Monster's cock in her ass during some of our visits, especially when she'd been really turned on and ready for anything, but never could manage it with any sort of pleasure: it was just too big and too uncomfortable, no matter how much we lubricated and prepared her. She could take him completely in her bowels, she could even ride another cock with that huge cock in her ass .. but she never was enjoying it. Although I never saw the size of that cock deter her when it was. "From the panties and bra, or from – somewhere else?" she teased as his now-limp penis dropped from her slit."Goofball," he taunted, dunking her head under the water.They splashed around for a few moments, then rose naked out of the hot tub together. Dave stepped back into his swimsuit, but Tiffany had nothing left of her candy swimsuit. She wrapped up in the large white towel she had brought.Dave reached down to pick up the shredded remnants of candy panties and bra. He intended to throw them.