I felt a hand softly push my hand away and grab my cock. I pulled my fingers out of my ass and looked down to see Kurt start to lick my cock. I leaned...back and saw Andy walk by. Kurt started to blow me with such enthusiasm and pretty soon he was making more noise than I was as he blew me. He was mewing and moaning and slurping. Andy came back with a some cushions from the lounges by the pool. He stuffed them under me as he gave Kurt some lube. Kurt started to lube up my ass. Andy kneeled down. They had flirted enough, hinted enough, drunk enough. It was time for sex. She was hot and wet, eager for her first taste of pussy, and the moment was right. This was no time to hold back. She pressed forward against the French Maid and lifted her short flared skirt to reveal the golden flesh of her round buttocks. “OK,” she whispered, “show me what you can do.” The Maid threw her small silver tray aside onto the sofa and flung her arms around Carla’s neck. Her long fingers slid deeply into. She had accepted and she had set up to play a shot and he had stood to her side and touched her head to align it better then pressed her bottom and put a hand on her chest telling her to bring her hips forward and her chest back. In her flirty way she had said “ careful Mike, you will get me all flushed” He had replied “ chance would be a fine thing.” She had looked at him and a look in his eye told her he was serious, so she had asked him if he really thought so and he had told her she was a. On the way from Kansas City to Denver I had gotten sleepy and had caught myself nodding off and I figured I better pull over before I ran off the road and killed myself. I had been there about three hours and while I had gotten some sleep it had been a fitful nap what with air brakes hissing on and off. The whining of the diesel engines as the trucks pulled into and out of the lot didn't help either. I had just made up my mind to go into the restaurant, drink a gallon of hot black coffee and.