“What’s her name?” I asked. “Samantha, but her friends call her Sammy.” We finished our breakfast of freshly squeezed orange juice and crois...ants with the sun breaking the edge of the mountain. I stood on the little lawn and absorbed the warm rays on my face and then went for my shower. I had another lazy morning, making some notes on my net book and allowed Laura to give me a massage by the pool. She has such lovely, soft hands and she rubbed the vanilla oil into my shoulders and spine like a. She would ask if I had ever been in a threesome , what's the average size of penis and anything else that would pop into her head . She even asked how often do you think Zack masturbates , do you think hes slways fantasizing about me , and who do you think those other panties belonged to. I tried to do best to answer her as best i could , but hell I'm no expert I'd only been with a handful of women in my 45 years. Along with her new found curiosity came a constant of horniness that I tried my. I knew what was going to happen next as one wet pussy was pushed onto my face. I shoved my tongue as far in as I could. Who ever was sucking my cock bite lightly down I could not tell who it was. The pussy on my face tasted like Kelly but I was not still sure. As I ran my tongue around I could feel a little peach fuzz and knew it must have been Jill because Kelly was as bare as you can be. I could hardly breathe as Jill came on my face. Kelly took her mouth off my cock spun around and mounted. Do you think he could have gone to the bar? I remember you said that alcohol would be bad, but it's not that bad,right?I really need some answers on this. Can you call me at the hotel? Please? I'll wait for your call before going down to look for him. --Friday, 8:32 PMI found him at the bar. It wasn't easy -- she was sitting at the bar surrounded by a bunch of the convention nerds who were buying her drinks. She seemed pretty stoned, but I don't know if it's from the shots or from all the.