Now, having seen Sam again, he knew he couldn’t settle for anyone else but Sam. But why was she here? He was almost afraid of what she might have to...tell him – that she was with someone else now. Fear gripped him. All this while he stood mute, gazing at her beautiful face.For her part she too was gazing up into his eyes. Those eyes! He was so perfect. Ever since she had left, he’d been there in her consciousness, her perfect man. Not a superb physical specimen, but so grounded, so caring. The. Jack and I were to provide service to the girls. Wewere to hand towels, get drinks, put lotion on them, get readingmaterials, or pretty much whatever they asked for. Miss Johnson informedus that maids didn't get a lot of time to enjoy the pool. We might bedressed for fun in the sun but were there to be trained as servicegirls. I must admit that I did enjoy putting lotion on some of thegirls, especially around their sexy bottoms. Some of the girls let usput lotion on them quite near their. We always stay at the same luxurious business hotel where we feel comfortable and know our way around town from there. My wife is a beautiful French lady, 42 years old, ex lingerie model, tall (1.80 mtr), blond hair, blue eyes with a lovely natural C cup breasts. I am also tall and well build with nature spoiling me of a well sized manhood. We are both in business and always dress quite classy and are looking after ourselves.That night we went out to a lovely restaurant downtown and were on our. “You wouldn’t belief it anyways.”She smiled again. “Why don’t you come over here, I have to pee.” She certainly didn’t have to tell me this twice; I jumped out of the bed. My pride was rock hard. On the one hand from watching my mummy taking a shower and on the other because it was morning.So I walked over to the shower and got on my knees right in front of mummy. She stroke over my head in a motherly way with her hand and stroke over my cock with her foot in a mistress like way at the same.