I'd brought myself with the image of my son in my head. There'd been no harm, but still a no-no. Also a no-no: masquerading as newlyweds to get a room... in a resort, being naked with your son, sharing a bed with him and, as I opened my eyes and saw his reflection in the vanity's mirror, thinking him a hunk, even if he was. It was time to rein it in.When he finished I checked my phone. Mimi had texted, inviting William and I to join her and Sanchez at the resort's tent on the beach. William was. She wasn’t the least bit shy, shaky or nervous as I wondered if she knew what she was getting herself into. I was packing nearly 8 inches of thick meat and recently was not getting the diet of sex I was accustomed to in spite of my occasional once a week girls. Wearing a blue jean skirt I began to feel the little sex kitten up, her gorgeous legs silky smooth as I slide my hand up them and inside her thighs under the easy access skirt. When I pulled her slightly damp panties aside I was. More, she says. A little higher and I hear her say thats good. I walk around the back side of the fixture in the middle of the closet to see her rubbing herself down with the oil. One of her feet slither up my leg and into my boxer briefs. One word, OFF. My underwear hit the floor as do my knees. I trace her contour up her legs, past her waist, and around her back and I lift her in towards me. She flicks her legs up over my shoulders and pulls me by the back of my head into her nearly steaming. ” She led him through the restaurant to a room in the back that had been cleared except for one person, a woman in a shimmering black dress. “Hello Roger.” She said with a beautiful smile. “Belinda!” He exclaimed. “The last time I saw you was when you were graduating two years ago.” “Please, sit down and order. Don’t worry about paying. I’m handling the expenses.” She said. She looked gorgeous with long auburn hair and emerald green eyes. She had a very nice figure with shapely hips and a large.