I tied a white sarong around my bikini before I left for the gardens. Garden first, then pool, and maybe hot tub. Mmm, hot tub. I wondered if I would ...ee Mr. Hot Stuff again. Ugh, why was I so attracted to something I couldn’t have? Especially when he was such a cocky bastard. But damn he was sexy. That dark hair, those bright green eyes. The old Morgan would have fucked him in a heartbeat. There was a gorgeous archway leading into the garden. Vines twisted around the woods. I loved hotels. Sunday morning I got up at 9am with no sign of anyone so I decided to make breakfast sticking to cereal and toast with tea like the Saturday. I placed everything on a tray went up to there room and knocked before entering feeling really pleased with myself.“We have a lie in on a Sunday Kylie without breakfast!” Daddy shouted at me.“Oh sorry I didn’t know.”“Go stand in the corner till I say different nose to the wall!”I did as I was told hearing them eat not daring to look fearing that I would. At 21 I decided that I wanted to move into the city. That it was more ofthe lifestyle that suited me as opposed the suburbs.I have been walking these streets more than I had cared to count. Butone thing that is true about these streets is that you will never runinto or walk past the same stranger more than once.It's an interesting thought, but it is true. The reason for that issimple. Tourists. Not that I have anything against them, but theyoverrun the sidewalks. It is annoying. And then when. She had one foot on the floor, the other in the air, and the vibrator still in her musky pussy. Her heavy scent filled the room. She turned white as a sheet and for a moment, he thought she was going to cry, but she laid back on her elbows on the bed and looked at him over the end of the dildo between her spread knees."Fucking myself Why? You wanna try your tongue here?" She moved the dildo in and out of her cunt with a slow twist, giggling. "Come here and kiss me," she said, holding her arms.