She knew hardly anything about who I was, apart from the shallow things we talked about with Rose.After a few seconds of thinking I just leaned down t... her and said,‘Good girl.’Until I could figure this out, I’d just have to accept it.I pushed her away from me.‘Now let’s go upstairs.’ I said.She giggled, stepped out of her jeans, and walked quickly out to the hall.I shook my head a little, smiling, and picked up her jeans. When I got up to my room she was. ” I deliberately tried to be nonchalant about it. I was in too weird a mood to go fishing for pity hugs, even when those hugs would mean feeling my favorite barista’s big, soft boobs squeezing up against me. “Are you sure?” I wasn’t. And the more I tried to avoid staring at her chest, the more I felt my resolve wane. Come to think of it, why the hell didn’t I deserve a few big-breasted pity hugs? I’d had a tough week, and damn if she didn’t look terrific in the tight white polo shirt they made. I was really attracted to the lady and I did not miss an opportunity to be near her, very close to her; I probably went a little further because at one point she told me "Remember I am a married woman", I must admit that at that moment I was ashamed as a dog.I returned to positions more suited to a guest and while I was in the pool I was joking with other guests, I feel hugging from behind and two beautiful tits that rub against my back. Turning, I saw his smile and felt his hands come down. ‘Share’ Henson hisses at me, he’s close to orgasm again. With his free hand he wildly reaches for the utensil but I keep it out of his reach smiling sweetly at the insane bastard. ‘I don’t think so’ I say shaking my head at him, ‘she tastes so sweet…its almost maddening, I just want to suck it from her…like fine wine…her blood is like a fine pinot noir’ Henson lunges for her thigh and latches his mouth on, drinking her blood as though he were a vampire; grunting and thrusting his cock.