They finished their meal and walked across the street to the hotel. He worked up the nerve to say something, but lost the thread when she smiled at hi.... She looked so beautiful, so innocent. She didn't look like the girl—the woman, he corrected—who had given him a handjob earlier. She looked like what she was: a teenager out with her father. He felt his determination wither and die.When they reached their rooms, she changed into a pair of shorts and a midriff T-shirt. The shirt clung to her. Come on Crystal lets strip down and go have coffee." With that the two big women left, closing the door.Sue and Mercy kissed me, and Sue said, "The natives are restless this morning. Your son is an angel though, waiting till he hears us finish our shower. We'd better get going."Mercy slid on top of me, onto me, saying, "We'll be up in a minute. I have some unfinished business with this thing that's been poking us all night."Ten minutes later, we were showering off the traces of some wake up. This place was infamous for it's gay meeting places and i had a small idea of what was going to happen. We got out of the car and walked for another 15 min to a relative quiet area where only a few byciclers we're arround. I'll name the mistress Esther.Esther : We're here.Me : Allright what are we doing here ? Esther : no need for you to know, lay down !Me : Uhm sure it's nice weather so we can relax and fuck here a bit mayb ?Esther : Fuck you will , for sure !Me : Awesome :) !I had the. Too bad most wives won’t suck cock.’ ‘Yeah, mine won’t. She thinks it’s nasty.’ ‘She wont suck it ever?’ ‘Just on my birthday.’ ‘When’s your birthday?’ ‘January. It’s March now.’ Art was laughing at the irony. ‘Damn,’ the man said looking towards Art’s crotch, ‘you ought to get it sucked more often. Nothing like shooting your load in a hot cocksucker’s mouth.’ ‘Yeah, I guess.’ Art blushed. ‘She doesn’t go that far.’ ‘Well, perhaps we’ll fix that for you.’ Art felt weird now. He wasn’t sure if.