Each evening after selecting the sexiest bar girls, I would bring spectacularly beautiful hotties back to my room for a self indulgent night of hard f...ucking. The hotel front desk night staff didn’t mind and even sometimes congratulated me on my choices.In the room next door there was a reasonably attractive tourist, Italian, earthy, brunette, curly hair, and large breasts. Sitting in the foyer much to my embarrassment she would look up from reading her book and catch me with the scantily clad. Had she got angry in the kitchen because she was feeling guilty about what she was doing, or because she was getting some sexual pleasure out of it and feeling guilty about that? If that was the case, I maybe I could be more adventurous and suggestive in our sessions, in stages, as long as I didn't go too far each time. And perhaps I shouldn't feel so self-conscious of my body in front or her if she was getting some secret thrill out of it, then I needn't be shy. As these thoughts came to me, I. ” My son-in-law smiled.“You know Dad, it sounds kinda strange hearing you say that,” said James.“I’ll bet,” I said. James smiled again.“But it’s a good kind of strange,” he said, and then he laughed.“Hmm,” I said.“To go back to what I was saying. They’re coming down this weekend and I think Missus Driscoll is coming too. Says she likes the environment better down here than in Phoenix,” said James.“Yeah, well, so do I,” I said. “She and I have something in common there then.”“Yeah, me too,” he. I pushed my dick into her ass until I was all the way in. Then I started to fuck her hard. She moaned loud and said,"Fuck my ass baby." I kept fucking her ass and I was getting close. I thought I saw something at the door so I looked and saw her oldest daughter standing behind the door watching us. I wondered how long she had been there watchingus. I saw she had her hands on her tit's and down her pants rubbing her litttle pussy. I did not say anything because it turned me on knowing she was.