His kisses trailed even lower. Grace never realized how sensitive the insides of her knees were. His kisses came back up and stopped at the inside o... her thighs. Grace couldn't believe the sensations his mouth was causing. Her back arched as his tongue stroked that most private part of her. The wildfire that seemed contained in her center now raged out of control. She wanted to scream as waves of sensations burst through and spread throughout her body, but remembering the couple in the. They see you as their own personal porno fantasy and they are driven to take you in every imaginable position, in every imaginable orifice. Those guys over there are so horny they would probably fuck you if you were 55 years old and weighed 250 pounds, but it would be routine, dull sex. But you, she said, gesturing to Sarahs towel-wrapped body, you inspire them. You drive them to perform at levels they rarely achieve. They want to fuck you harder, longer, and more often than any woman theyve. He gently pushed me off of him and stood. He took my hand and led me out onto the balcony attached to his bedroom. We went out to the rail, his arm around my waist.“Do you mind if I smoke?”I shook my head. He lit a cigar, letting the smoke be taken by the warm ocean breeze. He pointed over across the way to an open window. It was a few floors up from where our previous room was. It dawned on me that Kevin had been our voyeur. It was his cigar that I had seen the first night when Jim was fucking. ”“Hey, Mom, you’re not such a prude after all.“Very funny.”“Does he talk to you?” John asked.“Sometimes.”“Do you think he will ask you out?”I giggled. Even the thought of him asking me out was funny, “Oh my goodness, no. He is way too young and married. He’s just eye candy.”“What would you do if he were not married and asked you out?”“He can’t be more than twenty-five. Why would he ask a forty-one-year-old lady out? And why would I go with him?”“Some guys like more mature women,” he informed.