Tell her the truth

"I'm sorry. I'm just...My girlfriend broke up with me a few weeks ago. That's part of why I came to Vegas. But I felt that maybe the break up was my fault. Maybe I didn't fill a need she had."

"You know I'm not a therapist right?" Jennifer said with a smile.

"Sorry. Too much information."

"It's ok. Thank you for telling me. I didn't mean I was ashamed to be sleeping with you. I used it as a the generic term for leaving an all night fuck session in the same clothes as last night."

"All night?" I said.

"You're in Vegas, and you're girlfriend broke up with you. You need to get your dick wet and your balls drained." Jennifer said with a sly smile.

That sounded really good to me. Jennifer's blow job was incredible, and I was look forward to how she could use the rest of her body to pleasure me. Not that I was looking to be serviced. I wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself as well. Soon we pulled up in front of a small one story house in the residential section of Las Vegas. There was no grass in the lawn. Jennifer explained that she didn't have the time to cultivate it. But there was a small pool (a necessity in Vegas). We got out of the car and walked up to her house. As she was unlocking the door, Jennifer pushed her ass into my crotch, and began to grind. It was all I could do to not pull her pants down and fuck her right on her front porch. She must have noticed my enthusiasm.

"Down boy. We'll get there soon."

We walked into her apartment. It was spartan. Nothing to write home about. But it clearly served it's purpose to house her when she wasn't working to partying.

"So stud, where do you want to take this party?