’ I drove back to hotel and went up to the room. I hoped Jean was going to be okay with the new plan. I looked in the room and she wasn't there, the...bathroom door was open and the room empty. I saw Jean’s clothes on the bed, then I checked the balcony. Jean was lying in the sun with just her panties on. I was thinking of ripping them off, but thought better of myself, and leant down to kiss her. I told her about the meal; she was quite excited, and said that I should get some sun before we went. Between us it didn't take long to make her come and when she did she was even more delicious.Rosalee had been humping my face as though she was a little yap dog and I was the guest's leg. I was almost pushed underwater twice but I'm sure she hadn't lost all sense of her surroundings. If she had I'm quite as sure that she would have just sat down on me, pushing my head all the way to the bottom.Rosalee backed off me carefully, holding my head up out of the water as she felt around with each foot. That thought was enough to push me past whatever reservations I was still feeling about the situation. My wilting cock started to stir up once again, and a genius little plan began to formulate out of my growing urge.“Actually, I might have an idea.” I mused out-loud as I calmly dropped my boxers and began lifting the T-shirt off my back.“Which is?” Angie replied, turning her head slightly back, her voice sounding just a little thicker than normal. Again, she shifted her weight to the other. There was indeed a part of me that was getting turned on by the thought of this old man whom I'd never met putting his hands on my belly! I nodded and agreed with him. He leant forward and rifled through the printed pictures on the coffee table, quickly selecting one. He showed me the print -it was of me, the photo in my advertisement of me in black lingerie, only he had drawn a circle around my belly. He chuckled, "I would love to have more pictures of you, Louise."Okay, he did tell me on the.