“Oh I think I’ll be fine, it’s you I’m worried about sir.” I smile sweetly at you and you shake your head at me. I grab the washcloth and pl...ce it into the water. I rinse it out and place it on your forehead dabbing gently. “Now John just relax,” I say soothingly. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. I move the cloth all over your face dabbing gently moving down to your neck and over your chest letting the droplets of water drip onto your skin. It's enough to make me want to lick them. . I don't know what we're doing, but it's wonderful and ... there's a lot to talk about. I love you." I know," she'd replied, smiling sadly. "I love you, too. I'm sure it will be soon."And he'd let himself out. He'd let the heat of the day dry his hair and walked into his own resort suite to find Stacy asleep on their bed, the shades drawn. Thankful he hadn't had to answer any questions about the luau (or lack thereof), he'd crashed next to her and let the oblivion of sleep stop his. By the end of the night, when the party had died down and most of them had left, our true colours came out. I sat on the adjacent sofa and watched him pull her top off, eyes widening at her glorious breasts, his eager mouth eagerly and instantly engulfing her hardened nipples. She gasped and groaned, grinding against his suit trousers before fumbling them down to his ankles, releasing his cock and moaning at the sight of his cock: which by now was engorged and leaking ample amounts of pre-come.. He was annoying me during the second week. He didn't really clean up his side of the room. His bed was on one side, and my side was on the other. We each had our own table and a dresser. Coming into the room, you'd see a bunch of trash on the floor to which I would pick up. I decided to finally talk to him. He came in moments later after I had cleaned up a bit, his hair kind of wet as he was holding a towel. "Hey... could you pick up your trash? I've been picking it all up for a few days, we.