The telephoneconversation - all those weeks ago - between my mother and Jean had, mymother keeps assuring me, been entirely positive. Jean is anxious...tobefriend Katie, and it will do me - Katie - good to mingle with otherpeople. It will boost her confidence, and perhaps Katie will then feelable to go out in public at home.If only.Before we leave, Lisa roars up to the house on her bike, greeting mumwith an affectionate kiss. This, and the accompanying embrace, oncemore seem to me redolent of. Though it was going to be a trip through the middle of the week and just for one night we still started planning a way to have some fun while we were there. When we got to our hotel the first thing we did was drop our bags on the the floor and started fucking in front of the mirror. My gf always wears skirts and dresses when we go anywhere so I can fuck her or play with her at any time. The hotel sex was just an appetizer leaving us wanting more but we thought we should pace ourselves, so she. I walked to the bar and found a single stool that was unoccupied. Before I could even remove my sweater, I was being bought a drink by a good looking man about six feet tall.He greeted me, asking how I was and I thanked him for the drink. I sipped it and he asked me if I felt like dancing. I was in the mood for most anything so I said yes. We went to the dance floor after I left my sweater on the barstool, keeping my small pocketbook over my shoulder.The first song was frenetic and fast. We. I desperately needed to taste his cum.When we had settled down for a session of mutual masturbation, instead of immediately reaching for his cock, I turned towards him and took his cock into my mouth. His reaction, at first, was to push me away, but that quickly passed as his hips began humping away forcing his cock deep into my mouth and down my throat. It was everything I could do to keep from gagging and throwing up on his balls. Somehow, I managed to get control of my gag reflex and began.