Faithful John, or Leonardo De Salvo, was a kind, gentle man in his late fifties. He had been married to his wife for thirty years before cancer took h...r away from him. Leo had told me he had no interest in dating, he’d had the love of his life and no one would ever compare. But, he had said, he was still a man, and after being alone for two years he had gone looking for someone to share his bed, if only for a little while and infrequently. That’s where I come in. A friend of his had. “I thought we may swim before lunch,” Jan suggested.“That would be nice. I thought you said not to bring my swimmers?” I questioned.“Completely unnecessary.” Then she dropped the gown off her shoulders revealing her naked body.With that, Jan came to me and she put her arms around my neck, and she kissed me. I did not hesitate and returned her kiss. The soft moan that she uttered as she pressed herself to me as our tongues intertwined informed me that together with her nudity it was not a casual. She moaned softly and was rewarded with a matching spank on the other side of her ass. She moaned louder now and broke off the kiss, panting, “yes!”Reina felt it best to not mention that she loved the idea of combining Task 7, anal sex, with Task 8, spanking. Instead, she just allowed herself to enjoy the way her pussy was getting wet from the sting of the swats on her ass.Several additional firm spanks had her moaning and writhing. Chad dipped two fingers into her dripping wet pussy and used. I put my robe back on, with the first sense of shame in a long time. It was late and the artists left in waves. I noticed one girl leaving, and she caught my eye. I swear for a moment, it was Nastassja looking back at me. Then she was gone, and I decided it was my mind playing tricks on me. It was time to get dressed before I was left completely alone. My clothes weren't in the usual place. I had left them lying casually over a chair. My wicked little pink cotton panties (newly purchased from.