"This is my last room of the day. We have all the time you need."I notice the window is open as the net curtain flits. Birdsong drifts in from the tre...s beyond. Sounds like robins. "Thank you." I'm unsure if I'm addressing them or her.She smiles. "You were lucky I ran out of towels earlier and came back with a fresh set."My head pounds. She sprays some cleaner that fills the room with a strong citrus scent and lets the foam soak in, looking up at me from her knees. She has the most captivating. All eyes directed at them. The women simply giggled, but the men's jaws dropped. Two visions of feminine beauty stood in front of them, receiving, and doting, on the admiration they were receiving. Both ladies were supremely confident in their appearance, and enjoyed the attention they got from the assembled men. Granny looked at her Granddaughter, and cocked an eyebrow. "Was it hot out there?" Essie giggled. "Not 'till we made it hot. Cathy said they like runnin' around nekk**, too, Granny.. Instead, he began to go down faster on me. Stroking my dick and bobbing his head up and down with that to-die-for tongue. His other hand stopped fondling with my nipples and found it massaging my balls. Rai had no intention of stopping. He was putting me on the edge and fuck was it good. I breathed harder and harder and moaned. “Fuck Rai! Fuck! Stop Rai! Shit I’m going to cum!” It was as if he could not hear me or decided not to heed to my plea. I could feel myself about to explode. Fuck… I. By tart, I meant lively, biting, refreshing. Definitely not bland."She attacked her steak with a knife and fork. "Tart also means sour." Sour isn't a bad thing. I love sour lemon drop candies. When my throat is sore, they always make it feel better."Her voice went from playful to devilish as she looked up from carving her steak. "Do I make you feel better?" Who's your favorite uncle?"She lifted her fork with its bite of impaled steak and pointed it toward me. "Uncle Randy." I doubt anything.