Lucky for the both of us, there was an Applebee’s right across the street. I had the chicken fried steak and Chris had some type of salad and a sou.... Our conversation was light, and as we sat and chatted, I found myself getting drawn into her beauty; not just her outward beauty, but the way she laughed at my corny jokes and comments. I ordered a margarita from the bar for us to share. Chris didn’t waste any time attacking it. I ordered a second and then a third. Lucky for us, the hotel was. But I could - shit man, your head spins, trying to follow those curves. Dark Mediterranean skin that makes you want to dig and inhale. Add wide olive-green eyes that reflect the season, two full lips caught in a perpetual pout, and you've got your garden variety, Tuscan goddess.The first time I saw her, she surveyed us from the top of a soon to be marble staircase. Our third day of work, so the steps had been stripped of all finery. Tell you the truth; I saw it then. Her expression as we. “Mom, doesn’t it bother you to have that huge dog lick your lap like that? That great big tongue looks like it is a dangerous weapon and it is so wet.”Her mother wrapped a towel around her sweating neck all perspired from her daily exercise on the stationary bike in the recreation room. She had also added a nice hump from her oldest Doberman to her routine and the beast had ridden her rump until she dropped down to the fluffy white carpet with her pussy all tuckered out from the doggie style. “Hi, Sara. Laura should be down in a minute.” Then he turned and shouted, “Sara is here.” He turned and walked into the kitchen and took out his phone. He talked softly for a minute and put the phone back in his pocket. He went to the closet and took out his jacket. “Hey, I would love to stick around and talk, but that was a work thing. Got to go.” He walked out the door.Laura came down the stairs and looked around. “Where’s Bert?”“He just left. A work thing, he said.”“Oh.” Laura had a.