I would smile back if the men were around my age and fairly good-looking. Unfortunately, their wives or girlfriends quickly made themselves known by p...tting an arm around them and glaring at me. I was loving every minute of it.James and I had just settled in by the pool when the waitress approached our lounge chairs with a margarita and a beer on her tray. I was surprised because we had not ordered anything.The waitress handed James a beer, “Complements of Rodrigo, the bartender.”She handed me. I felt the tip of his cock touch my ass. His hands rubbed round hips and explored up between my legs. I rested my arms on the trunk lid and splayed my fingers out on the rear window. I felt him brush his tip up against my lips, steadying it with his hand. Do it. He pushed just the tip into me and I arched my back, gasping more from the touch of the cold metalwork on my thighs than his entry. Each thrust came a little deeper as he worked his cock into me. I let my forehead rest on the window and. " Mozart nodded, sitting in his customary chair, near the fire as he watched her. "You've been working hard, Eva. Too hard perhaps?" Perhaps," she said, setting the glasses together on the small table near Mozart's chair. Eva sat down in another chair beside him, waiting until the old man had chosen a glass before picking up the other and sipping it."I knew your mother," Mozart said after tasting his own drink. "Did you know that?" No." I remember when she was young ... So beautiful," he. The guy finally announced the bar was closing and if we wanted another drink, it would be ordered through room service.Anita was horny that night; so she dragged me to our room and, once in the bed, we started to kiss and fondle each other.We decided we could order another drink; so Ana ringed room service and we kept kissing and touching on the bed.Both of us were horny as fuck. I was kissing her neck and feeling her nice tits, as Ana was stroking my dick to get it hard…In the middle of this.