Melinda, strangely, found that thought arousing. The Resort was a safe haven for people like her and her son, and she was grateful for it. She noticed then that Marcus and William were standing a little ways away from their mothers, seemingly watching and discussing something from across the room. Melinda followed their gaze, and gasped, despite herself.
Melinda couldn't help but be aroused at the sight. A woman, perhaps a few years younger than her was bent over a nearby table. She was bleach-blonde in a vulgar kind of way and wore an absurdly tight yellow dress. Her top had been pulled down, revealing her rather expansive and probably augmented breasts, which jiggled with impact. Her son, who shared a similar California aesthetic, was f*****g her hard, and she was not silent. She moaned
