I fell in love with a stripper that night and I told myself I'd make her my wife some day. The memories came rushing by as our mouths joined in heated...passion. We played with each other. Our hungry tongues exploded in a frenzy of uncontrollable lust. I felt my wetness against my leg."You're beautiful." My hands traced the form of her supple, undulating body. "The dress is nice, but you know what?"'What?" she said, licking my Adam's apple."I don't think you need a dress," I said, rubbing the. I sat by the pool for the rest of the day and when I stood up I stumbled and almost fell because I was now quite drunk. I felt as though I was ready to fall over when all of a sudden I felt some big strong hands grab me before I fell over. I looked around to say thank you in a slurred way and hear a a familiar voice...it was my waiter Jerome. He asked if he could assist me back to my room. As I was quite drunk I accepted his kind offer. His big strong hands grabbed me by the waist and held me. “No, mmmhhh, please, mmhhhh” she could only fit one word between his poundings. “Your mmhh, dick mmh, is so big mmhh” she managed to put a few words together. He didn’t respond. He kept pounding her, he was holding her very tight and his nails were digging into her back and now he had his other hand on her right ass cheek. The pain was growing, so the pleasure of his cock going in and out of her pussy. “mmhh you’re hurting me mmhh” she yelled out. Again no reply, as if all he cared about was to. She looked like an old fashionedminiature at that moment, her black curly hair piled up on the top of her head like aGibson girl, her cornflower blue eyes gazing into the distance, totally lost in thought.She sipped her second drink a little more slowly, feeling her nipples hardeningagainst the fuzzy material of her bathrobe. Marilyn always felt embarrassed whenher body spoke to her this way, it was almost as if it was telling her that it was hungryto be touched and caressed ... yet, what could.