POV – You’ve Got a Latina on Her Knees Begging for It

When they opened the front door, Brett introduced me to his mother, Pam, and to his father, Carl. XXX After giving it some thought, I decided not to tell Brett about his father’s roaming hands, as I figured that would kill the mood for the week, as well as ruin the wedding we had scheduled for the upcoming Saturday. I was moaning slightly and reveling in his soft, but firm, attention to my back muscles. I decided to relax by the pool and sun tan for a couple of hours, preferably with my eyes closed. On the 3rd day of our stay, Brett and his mother decided to run a wedding-related errand for which my presence was (thankfully) not required.