We are from a pretty big extended family. Our mother is one of ten children and she grew up on the family farm in Virginia. She met our father just be...ore the Korean War and afterward he was stationed in Washington. So he dragged her off the farm and out of the town she planned to live in for the rest of her life. The one condition was that we would visit the farm as often as possible. That meant many a weekend five hour drive down and five hours back, several times a summer. Sometimes as often. .. Midwestern.I tapped in the hotel address and Ms. Mechanical surprised me by not directing me to a freeway. I ended up taking La Cienega into West Hollywood and turning left on Wilshire. There it was, just like in the movies. I went around the block and turned east, back again on Wilshire.I knew from the Google Maps research that Walker had done that Gloria’s office was about thirty blocks east of the hotel. Same street, but I drove past it that Sunday afternoon, just in case. Just to be. I began to do the same to her. I ran my hands over her perfect back, feeling her well-exercised muscles under her smooth and soft skin. Her shirt slowly raised up with the gentle coaxing of my hands until she broke the kiss and took it off. With more skin uncovered, the smell of her sweet lotion mixed with the salty, but not completely unpleasant, scent of her sweat from our first almost-sexual encounter intensified making me want her even more (Or was that the pheromones that intensified my. "Gonna cum again!" she cried. She flung her arms around his shoulders, whipping her ass off the sheets in a frenzy of lust. "Ungggh! Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny little pussy! I'm cumming now! Fuck my cunt, Henry, cumming, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"Her tight, hairy pussy sucked and throbbed uncontrollably in orgasm, spewing out fuck oils, contracting again and again around the womb-reaching stiffness of Henry's prick. Henry kept fucking as fast as he could, his giant cock nursed by the spasming.