She was on a date with a very handsome man, and they were holding hands. Her insides were doing summersaults. Even though he wasn’t in his usual bus...iness wear she had grown to love, the casual clothes that outlined his body perfectly made her want to drool. The breezy summer evening left him in a long sleeve shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and arms. His Levis rode on his hips, just above that sweet ass she kept daydreaming about. He held hands with her until he had to pay for the ice. WOW. It was soft leaning to the left and it was massive. His balls looked like swollen oranges. Mom whispered in my ear that it was my turn in the morning. The next morning mom had me hidding under the dinning table. It was glass so she put a table cloth on to conceal me. I heard her telling Tony not to worry about clothes and have a seat. There it was in front of me looking like a big black scary one eyed monster waiting to be worshipped. My que was to wait until mom put his plate on the table. He was attractive and very friendly. When we were alone later, everyone else was out walking or having dinner, he told me that the place had been recommended by another backpacker he’d met, about three weeks ago. In truth it had been over a month (the well-hung Canadian guy). He’d been told that the hostel was nice and that the owner/manager was a pretty good fuck.We kept it low key as some of the other guests came and went; he had a few beers and relaxed. As we talked he made it very clear. But with her finger inside him, she couldn't get out of the firing line, so her long red hair got another load of creamy conditioner, and they had to start again, washing the sticky mess out.They had a late, lazy breakfast beside the hotel pool, drinking exotic local fruit smoothies to replenish their bodily fluids. She laughed when he ordered the full English; it seemed incongruous to be eating bacon and eggs so far away from home. She watched him eat it as she nibbled on a croissant and.