“So that man candy in the suite, Steve and Preston…I get to see them while we’re here?” Renee quipped. “Nice!”
“Jesus, Mom!” I laughed. “You’re married.”
“So? Just because I’m married doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate the male form. Your husband is still incredibly sexy for a man pushing fifty,” Renee smirked. “Did I tell you about the art class I took? We had models and fuck me, this one male model definitely LOVED the attention on his body. He was always hard.”
“Kill me now,” I groaned, falling back onto the bed.