Ten days of sun, sea, sand and my sister and mother nagging me, and dragging me around the shops.We arrived late in the evening and had a quick look a...round the resort. It seemed to be your standard holiday resort, a group of buildings surrounding a large swimming pool area, a bar and restaurant. Unfortunately the resort was a good bit away from the local night life, about a twenty minute taxi journey, so I resigned myself to getting bored at the swimming pool for the whole holiday.The first. She nearly stops there, the desire to be fucked nearly overpowering. She shoves him off, to the floor. She covers her bouncing tits with her arm as she flees to her bedroom. Rob grabs her from behind, tackling her to the bed. With her roommate on top of her, Cindy ineffectively reaches back to dislodge him. “No! No!” Her cries are muffled by the mattress beneath her. Rob grabs her shorts and pulls them to her knees. Then grabs her pink panties and yanks them up into a wedgie. Cynthia moans as. " My voice kept failing. "... ever..." I took a deep breath."... talk back to you again." That's more like it. Now thank me for putting you on the right path."I got up on my knees. Every movement cost me more pain in my sitter.She was standing over me, broad dark face like a mask of erotic evil.Her arms were crossed under her heavy bust. I couldn't stop beingaware of the width of her hips, fullness of her thighs, solidity of hercalves with the boots shaped to them. I dropped down and. My god she was sexy, she was wearing a maid outfit, the little apron could barely contain her voluptuous breasts. She was wearing a set of stiletto heels that made her legs look so fine that all he could image was wrapping them around him and having his way with her.She smiled at him and offered him some wine in a sexy faux french accent. "Monsieur, vould you like a little bit of vino?" She batted her lashes at him and smiled a sultry smile."Please, mademoiselle" He replied and took the glass.