Cancun

"We are in Cancun, Ms. McPhee," Mark tells her, staring at her tight body in the black dress she is wearing, "fortunately, I am fluent in Spanish, so I will go get help. I must ask that you stay in the bus until then."

"My eyes are up here Mark," Katharine tells him, growing tired of the fat, sweaty man always staring at her tits, "and I don't think I need you telling me what to do. Isn't this Spring Break, anyway?'

"Yes it is, Kat," he tells her as he walks off the bus, hoping she would stay put since he had some plans for them later if it was going to take awhile to fix the bus, "and there are a lot of horny boys here who I'm sure would love to take advantage of you."

"The least I can do is say hello to them," Katharine tells him, the thrill of letting those horny boys have some fun with her tight pussy, long since neglected by her husband, starting to turn her on as she heads off in the general direction of the nearest beach.

She was just about to the beach, and ready to look for the nearest party, when a bus comes up beside her that appeared to be equipped for some sort of a party.

Fascinated by it, Kat approached it.