I kept one hand firmly planted on his chest and the other wrapped around the base of his cock as I lifted my hips over the head of his dick. I fit tha... head at the dripping opening to my pussy and slowly slid his cock into me. I think we both groaned long and low from the feeling of flesh on flesh. I quickly got into a slow, sensual rhythm as I worked myself up and down on his cock. I had my hands on the sides of his chest while I felt his hands encircling my butt, helping me guide my pace. I. “Well ... Obviously, I’m only human, so it makes me feel as wet as a...” She’s lost for words, so just holds her hands up in surrender, then laughs as she adds, “ ... a very wet thing!”“OOooh, as wet as a very wet thing...” Comments our Cockney host. “That IS wet ... I think we better get you naked before you say anything even dumber than that...”“Yeah...” Says Patrice, waving her hands, plainly unable to think of a witty comeback. “Let’s do that...!” and she lets out a nervous laugh.We cut to. The next item up for discussion was the motel situation. Emma gave a glowing description of the two motels, and we decided that we would move as soon as possible. I estimated that would be in about two weeks, but that was when Sarah mentioned having seen the motorcyclist. Wow, that was a bombshell! We immediately decided to move as soon as Bob and I could get water and electricity connected. With all of the teens to help, we might get everything connected in only one day.The problem was that. A lot of the older residents didn’t sleep well and spent most of the night awake.She looked up as I entered, “Charlotte, what’s wrong? Can’t sleep?”She shook her head and smiled, “Jamal, hello. No, I’m not tired. Is it time for breakfast?”Oh my. Charlotte at the best of times had the mind of a 10-year-old, but sometimes that of a 5-year-old. “No, not yet. Why don’t you come down to the TV room with me?”I helped her up, she was eager to do something. Damn, she was wearing white flannel pajamas.