It made and loud “popping” sound as I did, R, leaned forward and kissed my neck, as I was bending down and rummaging through my pants pockets. I ...pulled out two small, plastic baggies. One with a some strong, weed I had taken from my stash at home. The other had some Ecstasy tabs that one of the guys we worked with, sold to certain punters, at the bar. “No way!!” R exclaimed with bright, excited eyes! “I love doing “x” when I’m fucking!” “Me too.” I said walking over to the bag of drinks and. .. I can't do this anymore." Mom stood up and went back upstairs. I heard the shower go on. Deflated, I went to the music room. Yes, the house has a music room. Which is good because we all dabble with something. I try to play guitar. I'm not bad, was actually in some little bands for awhile in my teens. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we didn't care what it was as long as it was good. So I played for a couple hours, it really helps me to unwind and not think about. As soon as she grabbed her things, we were out of the club. Monica started walking towards the elevator and asks, “What floor are you on?” I smiled and said “I’m not…” With a questioning look in her eyes and voice, she asks, “But I thought you said you were staying at this resort?” I reached back, grabbed her wrist and said “I am, come on!”Monica seems uncertain but she follows along with me anyway. Once we get to my villa, I open the door and let her go inside first. She walks through the. And Judy, a short brunette with big tits, was hot!As they continued to gush out their history it suddenly hit me that mom and I had no story prepared. I couldn't tell them our real names and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell them who mom was. Quickly glancing over at mom as the second couple, the Clifford's from Northern Virginia, started to tell us their story, I saw that the same realisation had hit her. I mouthed over an 'it's okay' to her and pointed to myself, trying to let her know that.