I had been living in Florida with my wife and son on what was meant to be a year long sabbatical. We had enjoyed a wonderful, restful 4 months in the ...unshine, swimming, fishing and sunbathing. On this particular night my phone rang and woke me from yet another erotic dream at 4 in the morning. The graphic detail of the dream was intense. I was in a seedy nightclub toilets, with my trousers around my ankles and the tall, muscly German guy I had just met in the bar was gently teasing my arse. In this case, the party would be at The Swamp Witch, originally built back in the old days as a sporting house out in the privacy of the swamps of southern Louisiana.It took time for his employees to put everything in place. A holding company held by a holding company held by a holding company would obtain the house or land or rural bar where the party was to be held. Then one of three carefully-trained, well-paid teams of employees would cultivate the proper friends or clientele which would. .oooooooooh god!” Rita yelled as I plunged into her.She nuzzled her face into my neck and held onto me as I worked in and out of her atop the washing machine. The shaking was really adding to the sex as I would vibrate upon entry and exit of her pussy, hence the reason for being on the washer in the first place. She stuck her tongue in my mouth as I grabbed whatever part of her ass I could and pulled her into me as I pushed myself into her. I stood up on my tip toes so I could go into her at a. So, I realized I couldn’t be so stupid to miss such a nice opportunity. When she was walking towards me I noticed her boobs sway with her every step, she stopped by my side, and asked if I didn’t mind her sitting next to me. I said: “It’s a free country, you may have a seat!” then she said she was holding a position of this hotel’s administrator and that I looked like a man she was gonna spend this time together with. Then she put her hand onto my thigh and began to stroke it tenderly. No need.