My loving Victor said he was tired and he went directly to bed in our room. He added he needed a good siesta…Soon that old black man was sitting nea... to me.I smiled at him, but he said not a single word. I could see his wet bathing suit up against his cock. It seemed to be very large and it was already hard.A while later I came back to our room. But Victor was not there…Then I heard some knock at the door. I opened and there was the same old black man from the pool.He came in and shut the door. ‘What was that all about?’ He asked her. ‘You didn’t like the flowers or the champagne?’ ‘You’ve never once sent me flowers, not even on my birthday,’ Colleen said to him. ‘Why on Valentine’s Day? Why now?’ ‘Because I thought you’re special and it might be nice if someone sent you roses on Valentine’s Day,’ Elliot told her. ‘You always spoil me. It always makes me feel special.’ ‘Then there’s the card …’ She started to leave again so Elliot moved in front of her and blocked her exit. He closed. As for my junk, sad to say 2” when soft but 7” when hard. No complaints so far.I’m sitting on the couch in some loose swim trunks and a muscle shirt when Stephan knocks on the door. I jump up to answer and there he is, smiling a wide grin. Stephan is a ladies man. He’s 5’7”, platinum blonde hair, has a mix of feminine and masculine mixed in his face and from what I have seen of him, completely hairless and a sexy ass. He and I had been best friends since we were 2, now we’re 30 and still the. She has very sensuous shoulders and neck. Jessica’s husband works long hours, and she spends a great deal of time alone. Jessica hints at her loneliness at these times, and we often work late on the days when her husband is out of town. My wife was in Dallas on a business trip and Jessica’s husband was out as well. It was an early evening and I was totally lost in gazing at her pretty neck and profile when I realized that she was staring at me over her shoulder. She had just asked me a question.