Oh I guess that I can look back and rationalize that I looked at John like I did my son and didn't think anything would happen, after all I was old en...ugh to be his mother. "You don't have to wait here honey, come on down to the cabana while I cleaned up."He looked at me strangely. "Okay ... are you sure Sara?" Sure honey, come on let's go." We poured our drinks into plastic cups and sipped on them as we walked down the boardwalk to my cabana. I opened the door and John and I went inside and as. He then slid his hand into my panties, making me gasp as his cold fingers touched the lips of my cunt. He moved down to the edge of the bed and slid down my panties. I began to feel something wet and squirmy inside my pussy and figured it was his tongue. He flicked my clit with his tongue, and began swirling it around. I tugged at his hair the entire time, pulling when I felt extreme pleasure. It soon became too much to bear and I pulled at the sheets of the bed and arched my back, reaching. Inside that was another pair of jeans, couple of tees, and another pleated skirt. Most of my underwear and other personal items were missing."Sorry, we gathered up what we could. But there was a lot of wind and such blowing things about. And as far as seeing any other luggage, well ... unless we missed it, or unless someone else came along and found it ... this is all we managed to salvage."I now knew I'd have to do some shopping, though the thought of having to go out and buy up a bunch of. Then she got up from the chair and walked toward the edge of the rooftop, overlooking the city. "Fuck me from behind." Madame, you don't have to ask twice. I was inside her, hitting her from the back with her dress still fully intact. Her pussy was wet enough that it felt as though I could hit that all night long. Suddenly she reached back for my shirt, which I still had on, and grabbed hold of it. I didn't know why until she said the magic words. "I'm cuming." Sweet music to my ears. Not to.