“I’ll just go back to slut’s house then.”“I hope you gave him hell.”“I felt like punching him.” Linda crossed her arms, then mumbled, ...��Anyway. He might moan, but he always comes home on time, or there abouts.”“Good.”“But there’s more trouble on the horizon. He’s thirty this year, and wants to go to Vegas.”“You don’t wanna go?”“Of course I would. But Jack ain’t inviting me. He just wants to go with his boys.”“Vegas is the city of sin.” From a selfish point of view, this was a rich entertainment. I eased out of bed, picked up my clothes and headed for the cabana. Naked, I sat down at my computer which showed multiple high definition views of the guest cottage, and its still-sleeping occupants. I scrolled back on the disc to where Virginia had gotten up. It was a little before 5. Still wearing the crotchless pantyhose she paused before the full-length mirror and examined herself. She had a perfect body. She didn't seem pleased. She turned and retrieved her high-heeled pumps from near the. I needed more. I pulled his penis out of the fly. It was flaccid and measured about 5”. That was the size of mine erect. I couldn’t help myself. I lowered my head over his flaccid dick and smelled it. It has a musky smell from the Nevada heat, yet smelled so sexy and tantalizing. I took his soft cock in my mouth and sucked softly. His tool responded my wet mouth, as it began to grow between my lips. I took it out my mouth and gently rubbed it to see it come to its large glory. It grew. " Samantha had officially graduated from hard to resist to impossible to resist. I turned revealing my limp cock and pubic hard matted with white, sticky semen. "Is that what you're cleaning up with?" The teen asked as she took the wad of toilet paper from me. Kneeling to get a closer view, she breathed, "Wow, there's so much of it left even after it made a big wet spot on your underwear and what soaked through your pants." It soaked through my pants?" In my haste to get cleaned up, I hadn't.