“Paybacks are a bitch.”In football and war, there is a philosophy: Play to your own strengths. They were both bigger than me. And there were two o... them. That ruled out confrontation unless one had a weapon. And privacy. Hmmm.Number one: Split them up. Without a weapon my chances of victory were slim against two guys. One at a time.Two: Surprise. Its much easier to win when your opponent is off guard. I planned a situation where I controlled the deal.Three: Location. This had to go down on my. “Damn it!” we heard from the living room.That made me giggle, and Tracy clamped her hand over my mouth.“Shhhhh ... she might hear us,” she whispered.“I hear you just fine,” Pam said as the door to my bedroom opened.“She said you were still broken down there after having the baby,” I said, throwing Tracy under the bus.“I never said that. He told me to kiss him and something about not thinking too much. You know what happens when he kisses you. It was his fault,” Tracy retaliated.“Out!” Pam. I did start to squirm, because even after taking my load, she still insisted sucking hard because my erection was still prominent. She prizes herself from my face; I’m covered in her juices but can breathe again. Stinking old bitch couldn’t get enough of it clearly, as she took it upon herself to slump on my cock. She tried to lick the juices from my face, but if I was going to manage this I couldn’t look her in the eyes. She rode my cock; her bush was engulfing the whole area. Her pussy was. I waved him over, greeted him and reluctantly handed him my key card.I’m sure Rodrigo could see my agitation and worry as he tried to reassure me of his good intentions, “Do not worry, Mr. Connelly. I think your mother is a beautiful woman. I will be very good to her and treat her with respect.”I could not help but ask, “Does this happen often. I mean women on vacation and all, ... you know?”Rodrigo shook his head, “Not as often as you would think. This is a family resort. Couples with kids..