I'm about to bust." I just laughed but felt a little strange because I really haven't gotten to know this guy very well and this was already a pretty ...ersonal conversation. I knew he was leading to something and I was very interested. We continued to make small talk about sex (I can't really remember exactly what we said) and the conversation turned to Bob asking me questions about my sexuality. I felt comfortable enough to tell him that I consider myself a bisexual (even though he already knew. Kiss me there baby...mmmmm I'm cumming!"My mind turned somersaults as I realised what was going on in the small room. I didn't think, I just flung open the door and stormed in. For the previous few seconds all manner of emotions had been rushing through my mind; anger, jealousy, confusion, hurt. They all competed for primary position within my fuddled brain. I don't know what I was expecting to see, but the scene that befell me as I entered the room stopped me dead in my tracks. Mary was. I started thinking about what those legs could do — point out, up and wide at 45-degree angles or wrap around my back when I deep-sticked her or fold themselves in between our chests as I completely plowed myself inside of her. I thought about when we first checked into the room and as soon as the bellhop left, she sat on the edge of the bed, lifted one leg almost straight in the air and bent the other one flat on the mattress, leaving that magnificently glistening pussy open and available to. I'm suckingon your lower lip when there is a knock on the door. You lean back and smile devilishly before getting up andanswering it. I think there is a game you are playing on me until you open the door and I see the shocked look on the woman's face. She has a clipboard in one hand and it immediately clanks on the concrete stoop."I'm sorry, " she stammers. "I've caught you at a bad time." This is the perfect time, " you say. "Won't you come in." I should be going."She has an olive complexion.