When I turned around, Sheila was standing in the doorway. Her hair was damp and her clothes were rumpled, but she still took my breath away.I was not ...oing to get my hopes up that her showing up here meant unconditional surrender. I was feeling no pain, but I wasn't that drunk yet. I did allow myself the luxury of drinking in the sight of her as the silence stretched on. Sheila had come to me. Let her explain why.Sheila glanced at the drink in my hand and then at the half-full bottle behind me.. It’s under the name ‘Brit’” Brit answered in a chipper voice to match the one behind the counter. “There it is! You ladies have a wonderful room. You have a perfect view of all the surroundings, especially the pool! Here’s your keys! Enjoy your stay and don’t forget, bare it all!” She exclaimed with a smile and a little laugh. Brit handed my key to me and we proceeded to walk to our designated room. At first there was no one around. It was just us. When we got closer to our room, that changed.. Struggling to balance myself against the pounding, I dropped my foot back off the pedestal and braced it against his thigh with my knee still resting on the grey stone. With my balance improved in my new tripod position, Eric was able to work me properly. The stone was a bit unstable, rocking back and forth as it wobbled in rhythm with me on each stroke. We would present quite a sight if the maid should happen to enter our unoccupied bungalow for room service right now, only to find us out. "She smiled at him, her body shuddering.It made me throb hard. I slammed harder into Mrs. Goodall's asshole. I had such power. I could make these women do anything. An idea popped into my head as I buggered Mrs. Goodall's bowels with all my might, my balls smacking into her taint."Mrs. Stead, get over here and lick my Mrs. Goodall's cunt. Slut-mommies love pussy almost as much as cocks."I groaned through the sensation, plunging my cock so hard and deep into Mrs. Goodall's bowels."Oh, yeah, Mom,.