You said you planned to stay a week or so. “You’re paid ahead, Sailor. XXX Do you have some?”
“I was a Boy Scout, Amanda. She stopped rubbing her hands on my torso and found my belt buckle. I knew I was doing a good job and she was enjoying it. Unfortunately, my children are grown and live far our West. I eased my rod into her inviting pussy, got a rhythm going, and ended up slamming my cock in hard and deep. My husband and I arrived here last year, on our way to Mexico. I mean, what I meant to say….” I guffawed, gave her a wink, and turned away to lessen her embarrassment. If I’m capable, I’ll help in any way I can.” “Would you mind if we got more drinks and went to your boat for that smoke? Her hair was brown with some salty gray creeping in.
