The strip was crowded, mostly tourist couples, plus some groups of guys, two or more, who were most likely conventioneers going from one hotel to anot...er looking for girls to pick up. 'What happens in Vegas, etc'. Well, those were the very people I was looking for as I headed for my destination. I wanted, needed, craved for a good zipless fuck, just enough for an orgasm or two or three but no connections, names, faces, residences to be quickly forgotten. That's the stuff I could have easily. Our hotel was a well-maintained, elderly grouping of three-story structures, several miles distant from the course. I found a young Mexican man pushing a fabric-covered cart full of discarded sheets and towels toward a laundry room on the ground floor. I'd had two years of Spanish in high school, and another two in college. Foreign languages weren't my strong suit, but Spanish had always struck me as an accessible, friendly language. All the vowels retained the same pronunciation, in almost any. Elaine sat and listened, slowly sipping her drink, as Charlie told her about the little man, and how he had somehow known about the exam. When Charlene started telling Elaine about masturbating, Elaine could not resist picking up the phallus and feeling it in her hands. She held it in her right hand, and slowly slid the palm of her left across the head. Then, using just her finger tips, she slid her hand down, and felt the ridge of the glans, and all the veins below it. Other than the high-end. What do we need to talk about now?"Timmy gasped.Madge left down the hall and returned moments later carrying the vintage,layered, pink nylon chiffon baby doll gown and the matching robe. Shealso carried a pair of matching pink frilly rhumba panties! She swishedthe garments out and looked them over then swished them over the end ofthe couch. "You'll wear your bra to bed and you can wear this pinknightie of mine you seem to like so much." P...Please aunt M...Madge. D...Don't make me wear any.