“Later,” she whispered as she pulled me to my feet.When we finally arrived back at the hotel we were exhausted. While I was more than willing to p...rtake in a little sexual pleasure she convinced me to wait until the following morning, promising a reward. That sent my imagination into overdrive.We slept like logs that night with the windows open and the sound of the ocean waves crashing just yards from us. The next morning I was up early ... both my body and my cock. I slipped onto the patio. Mission accomplished. “Are you ready, cowboy?” I ask Bradley. Regaining my composure, I climb back onto the bed. My body is still throbbing but I want some more. I straddle Bradley’s body and take his hard cock into my hot, wet pussy. We both moan as we finally connect. This is what we love most. His large cock fills me completely. I know I’m tight around him. Then the chemistry of the two gels takes effect. “Damn it to hell, Kelly! What is that shit?” Brad asks. I start to move up and. She even wore hotpants withpantyhose with a designer t-shirt when she worked in the garden. Ididn't know what she did for a living, she came and went at strangehours and at eighteen years old I wasn't about to ask.She was what was commonly referred to as a MILF: Mother I'd Like toFuck."I don't know how that woman can hold up her head in church; I'msurprised she's not struck by lightning at the doorway," my mother oftensaid.My mother never explained why; she just told me to stay away from. If I could have charged for each time a guy touched my bare leg or butt, I would have been debt free. I had never had so much fun at work. One game would end and another would start. It didn't matter who was playing who, the guys were not leaving and more were coming in. It didn't take the other waitresses long to realize what I was doing. So they also began flirting. It was almost like a contest to see who could get the most men in their section. A couple hours before closing, one of Daniel’s.