Although Tony slept at her apartment when he was in town, he was not the authority figure. This was her responsibility. After all, Alex was her son, n...t his.Alex was in his pajamas, looking sleepy-eyed with a bad case of bedhead. Cheryl greeted him in her usual upbeat manner, “Good morning, my little man. How did you sleep?”“Pretty good, I guess,” Alex replied in between yawns.Cheryl took out his cereal and the milk and put them on the table with a glass of orange juice. She tried to straighten. I get to my room #27, my lucky number, fix it up and strip. My first priority is to hit the showers and scope out the cocks. At first I thought I arrived to early, for I didn't see too many guys. As I was showering a few beautiful older men walked by and looked me up and down. As they looked on I turned arroud to show them my ass. I bent over to wash my legs and let my hands travel up to my checks and spread them for my admirers. I was ready to be fucked so I dryer off and entered the wet. I did leave out one minor detail... It was my own sexy wife Ana there serving the drinks…She walked over to me; asking if the beer was cold enough.I said it was fine and she smiled, saying I had done a good choice. I was enjoying a black beer and Ana said the darker the better…She then walked over to Aaron and Rick. Ana bent over showing a little cleavage of her nice round boobs; as both guys were checking out her tits and firm buttocks.Ana finally walked over to Jim and he told her he wanted. “Yes.”She glanced down at his jeans. The front was stretched with the ridge of his erection. She took a deep breath. She was dying to hold it in her hands.She took a pickle from his plate and rubbed it over her red lips. She gazed at him as she pushed it between her lips into her mouth, then moved it rhythmically in and out.“It’s delicious,” she whispered. She dipped the end of the pickle in the ranch dressing on his plate and licked it off. Her pink tongue glided up the side, flicking over the.