While coming back to hotel I was wondering how to kill the remaining time. Since I like getting drenched in rain, I deliberately came by walking from ...he nearest bus stop to my hotel and collected the room keys from the receptionist.I took the lift and went to the 3rd floor of the hotel where my room was located. The moment I came out of the lift, I saw Saramma lying on the floor and reading some Telugu magazines left by the tenants of the rooms. The shutting sound of the lift door dragged her. This constant stream of motion sent Kasumi further and further along into the throes of bliss, where she wanted to stay. Alex’s pace picked up as he was plunging into her harder and harder, drawing small little squeaks with each slap of his hips.Kasumi knew that if he kept this up, she would be cumming again soon. Though she wanted it, she wasn’t sure if she’d stay upright long enough to enjoy it. She let Alex take her for a few minutes longer, before changing things up.“Stop. I want you on. 1126, yes the Johnson's have one. 1130, yup, the Miller's too. 1134, no but the woman who lived there was a widower and living off of social security, no chance of a sale there. Ah yes... 1138! Apparently the idiots that did the cold calling every evening had forgotten to write down the correct address of the woman who had called in and said that she was interested in a demonstration of their new soft water system. Jackson drove up Elm Street looking at the addresses painted on the curbing. Dolly came back with, “I need to know something.”“Ok, what do you need to know.”“Did you fuck Francis?”Uh, oh now what? “Why do you ask that.”“Francis says you two fucked on several occasions.”“Well, yes we did. Is that a concern to you?”“Yes, it is. You said you cared about me and here you are fucking Francis.”“I do care about you. I care a lot. But we are not married, so why should I not fuck someone who wants to fuck?”“Well, I think that is cheating on me, and I do not like it.”“Look, I can.