I looked up at her as she was smiling back at me, still talking to her boyfriend on the phone. Boy, was she in for a surprise. I reached up and scratc...ed down her sides slightly, making her giggle and squirm. I loved seeing that smile, knowing I was the one who was pleasuring her. I slowly moved up her body, kissing from her pussy, to her belly button, to her breasts, to her neck. As soon as I reached her neck, her hand found its way under her shorts, and she began playing with herself. I then. When they arrived, Maureen stood attentively in the middle as Mr. Rubin explored the suite. It was a typical TWA accommodation for Guest Coaches: a large bed, the expected special furniture and fixtures, a luxurious bath and plenty of open space for rumpus playtime activities. Mr. Rubin found his luggage already unpacked and closeted. Maureen asked about Mr. Rubin’s dining preferences. ‘We can adjourn to the dining room or have room service delivered here.’ Mr. Rubin thought about the wearying. "Kim, what would you like?" Steve asked without missing a stroke."I ... uh ... I ... don't know ... uhhh..." Steve stopped moving the breadstick, leaving it inside her, and massaged her aroused clitoris. "Give ... give me ... the sp-special," she said clenching her fists as she climaxed."Ooohhhhh," Kimberly uncontrollably sighed when Steve pulled the breadstick from her gushing pussy. He shifted it under the tablecloth to his other hand and held it up to Kimberly's face."Try one of these. I figured we would go out and have a good time. Dance a little, drink a little beer, talk, and raise a little hell. ***** Friday evening around seven, I arrived to pick her up. She had asked if I still had my old truck, so that’s what I drove. It’s a 1953 Chevy panel truck. I’ve completely restored it, along with hopping it up. It looks stock except for the wide tires and chrome rims, but you step on the gas and it will fly. It has late model reclining bucket seats in the front and carpet over.