He had tossed them into a misshapen pile ofclothing as he did so.Looking at the entirely unkempt mound of clothing, Irene shook her head."Unbelievable... No skill whatsoever, but I suppose that's why you'rehere," She then fired an index finger down at his pile of clothing."Fold it. Take each piece of clothing and fold it neatly. I don't careif they're dirty or not." Yes, Mrs. Moore, Ma'am." He then spent the next three minutesrearranging his own clothing into a more neatly-folded bundle, and. Tamra floats through it all in a daze. She can still feel the stranger's hands on her body, his cock in her pussy. If she thinks about it, her pussy spasms a little with remembered sensation, and she feels herself growing wet. She tries not to think about it, because she isn't wearing panties, and she doesn't want to get the crotch of her jeans wet. But thinking about her wet cunt is much more preferable than listening to the grating country music.She wanders upstairs where the music is less. As I emerged from the changing room and passed the waiting woman she blushed and then ran into vacated room. Ten minutes later her daughter emerged closely followed by her mother. The girl ran and jumped straight into the water. The woman sat down at the edge and gently lowered herself into the water. At first we kept our distance but the girl was typically full of life and soon the two of us were playing. We were splashing each other and generally enjoying ourselves. Her mother still kept her. We are constantly touching each other above, and below, the table, and flirting openly. As we are about to finish and walk around the resort to see the rest of it, our waiter comes over and places 2 more drinks in front of us. He says ‘these are from the couple over there.’ We look over to see one of the couples that had watched us earlier. They both have big grins on their faces, and we get up and walk towards their table. They invite us to sit down with them, as they have just arrived and.