“Tell you what,” she whispered. “Let’s meet in Fort Lauderdale next Friday at the Fairmont. I’ll book the Presidential suite. Sound good to ...ou?”“Sounds great,” murmured Mike. “I’ll see you on Friday.”The Florida sun was putting out extra effort for Shannon and Mike. As Mike stepped out of his taxi, he could feel the humidity melting on his broad, muscular chest. He could feel his boxers clinging to his body, sticking to him, the way he imagined Shannon would be in just a few short hours. He. The caressing soap lingered, making my skin tingle as her hands descended and circled my waist to find my male organ. In my dreaminess, I felt the warm tingle of the tepid water as it trickled down my sensitized skin. While she gently soaped my back, flanks, arms, and legs, she had stealthily reached between with the other hand to stoke the growing pendulum she had seen pleasure Suzanna only a few months earlier. Paula's pale hand had my long pink firmness in her soft grasp. I forgot where. We arrived at the apartment and the wife went off to get cleaned up and have a piss which she happily told me. While she was in the loo my mate told me the marriage was not a happy place and hoped this holiday might ease the tension between them.When the wife came out of the loo she had changed into a bathrobe, sitting opposite me I could see her pussy lips and shaven cunt clearly and nobody bothered. I poured her a glass of wine and as she reach forward one of her tits fell out which never got. Mrs Jackson just stood there looking at us. "Oh Mrs. Jackson, sit down and let me buy you a drink. Relax and get to know your customers a bit. We really are nice people, no matter what you may now think. Let us prove it to you." "Well sir," she started. "Randy, my name is Randy please. This is Diane, this is Misty." "Very well, um Randy, my name is Christine, please call me Chris." She sat down between Diane and I and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. "So Chris, you don't have a masseuse here any.