Was 26 years old and married with 2 c***dren. I also found out that she was staying in the same hotel as me. She was absolutely one of the prettiest g...irls I have ever seen.I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about her and I getting together after work and having some fun on the side. Our meeting broke up about 4:30 for the day and she asked if I wanted to go to dinner with her that night and of course I said yes. We left our meeting and I went back to the hotel, and decided to go to the. He was in his sixties, she guessed, and was in good shape. She rarely saw his wife Margaret, she wasn’t what one would call personable. She was a small woman just about five foot, and never smiled, and if she did talk to you it was to tell you that you did something against the rules or your rent was late. She also had an odd way of talking, almost like yelling but not quite, and using harsh tones and words. It was as if she wanted no friends.The apartment building was old, about sixty or so. .. SPLASH as Linda suddenly fell in.She came up laughing. “I guess I lost focus!”We were all flabbergasted, “How the HELL did you do that?”“Easy. I just closed my eyes and imagined floating on air. Then I opened my eyes and just thought about where I wanted to go. I figured I better get over the deep part of the pool. It’s a good thing, because when I started talking, I lost my concentration. I think I better try landing before talking.”I closed my eyes and thought about floating. It felt. The shower door rattled as my body quivered. Stars danced before my eyes as the pleasure bathed my mind.“Such a shameful daughter!” I moaned. “So eager to eat ass and pussy! To suck her father’s dick. To fuck her brothers’ cocks! You’re just a whore!”“I am, Mother!” Leyla moaned, plunging her fingers through my cumming pussy, keeping my pleasure rippling through me. “Your slut, Mother! Yours!”I shuddered at those words, my pleasure peaking through me. Oh, she would make me so much money.Leyla.