It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh!This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees.In the arms of an angel, fly away from here.From thi... dark, cold hotel roomand the endlessness that you fear.You are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie.You're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.You're in the arms of your angel, may you find some comfort here."Angel" By: Sarah McLachlan © 1997, From: "Surfacing," Nettwerk/AristaThe striking pair moved hurriedly. But it was the very pretty girl behind the desk that really caught me off guard. Tanned, slim, robust and a smile that had me standing I am sure with my mouth wide open. By the time I had gotten all of the info she had on hand I regretted it was time to go. Then as I turned away she asked me if I wanted more details to call her. She was at a local hotel for the next week or so.That evening I just had to and before I knew what happened I had agreed to come over and have a further 'interview' the. The only impetus she had to get out was that after 15 minutes the water finally turned cold.Candy came and sat on the Lounge which Kayla had reclined into the wide double bed. RJ lay on one side snoring lightly. Candy slipped on her jersey but opted out of wearing panties, so the football jersey hung just barely below her crotch. Candy had another towel wrapped around her long blond hair and was patting it dry.Kayla looked at her watch and said “Wow, it’s only 8:45 in the evening. Hard to. Well, why the hell not? I slowly made my way toward her."You. Yes, you. I saw you looking at me. What's the matter, guy? Never seen a fat bottom before?" Well... none quite as nicely shaped as yours."She began laughing, then slapped me on the back. It damn near knocked me over. She was several inches taller than I was, and had to outweigh me by easily a hundred pounds. Just that big ass of hers alone must weigh nearly as much as I did. But I felt no pain. In fact, I was gawking in open.