We grabbed a drink and stood off to the side waiting for the opportunity to chat with someone. It was about ten minutes later that a good looking gent...lemen named Mike had come by to introduce himself. Mike was in his early thirties and had been divorce just recently. My wife and him got along very well as they talked for a good twenty minutes to one another. I in the meantime scope around looking at other couples to see if any of them would be a good fit for my wife and I. I had to admit Ally. There would be no escape. For either of them.The timer's reflection blurred against the bullet-proof glass as water sloshed over the edge, smearing the notes on her clipboard.A barbed sucker grazed over a matching scar on the back of her hand, and her lungs began to scream.Stars shot off like sparks. Lungs shriveled. Muscles twitched. She thought she might drown. A cloud of yellow shot out from underneath her ripped nylons as she lost control of her bladder, the hot stream cutting through the. Our parents were planning on going straight to bed. So we decided to get a couple of bottles of wine in and have a chat about all sorts of things, mainly about relationships as we were both at a point of being single again after failed marriages.The conversation moved on to sex, not sure where we started on this, but I seem to remember saying that I always feel horny staying at hotels, although unfortunately nearly always on my own. Sarah said she feels the same too and has often picked guys up. All the men went to play golf. I stayed at the hotel to rest. My wife's mother, Clair, stayed also. Clair is about five eight, one hundred thirty pounds, bottle blonde hair. 62 years old. She is not bad looking, she has a sexiness about her. She is a bible thumper. So never in a million years would I have thought that what was about to happen would happen. After everyone was gone Clair shows up at my door in a swim suit wanting me to go to the pool with her. So down to the pool we go. Once.