I couldn't decide what to type, so I did the lame "Hey, what's up?"I don't believe I wrote that. Hardly anyone responded to that kind of a lame start...to a message.Surprisingly I got a response "Not much, just checking things out... you?" Thought the room looked interesting" I typed."It can be ;)" she replied.OK, this isn't my mother. She's a nice enough lady, but flirting like this, with a total stranger?"How old are you" she asked?Now came the hard part. I needed to think of a lie I could. I eased up beside her towel and she rolled onto her belly legs spread, I could see the silky hairs off her barely spread pussy. She took out her sun tan oil and rubbed it across her firm ass, as I rejoined my cock stroking. “Here, let me do it.” Her oiled hand slid up and down my cock and balls. “you wanna be my slave boy?” At that point with this young naked beauty stroking me, I’d have agreed to anything. She grabbed my boy pole with one hand the other rubbed across my balls under to my taint. Whoever the Republicans placed on the ballot he voted for. He had never met Mister Cossinger outside his shoe store before Samantha and Hank became involved with each other.As a result of his, Mister Cossinger's, political activities the newlyweds spent their wedding night in the governor's mansion. The next morning they flew to Washington DC where they became tourists as they took in the sights. They stayed at the Hayes Hotel and met party bigwigs who seemed to be genuinely glad to see. I said to Darren, “Look what your girlfriend’s doing.”He looked over at Lucy and softly exclaimed, “That’s my babe Candy, she wants me, I’ve got to split.”I completely understood Darren’s urge to give his luscious Lucy another helping but he wasn’t getting out of me that easily so I gave him a look of mock disappointment and said, “I was really enjoying that.”He replied, “I still am enjoying it, but look at my girl.”He gave me a few more precious strokes then leaned into me, kissed me and.