She had other plans for a dreamboat like Burton. Like perfecting her erotic lessons with him for as long as he would have her.First, I wake up from my...sleeping dream...and now, this? My ultimate waking dream is fucked up by a bloody computer glitch?She would have tried to reply again, but the icon was gone. Her heart raced in panic. The letter was still there. For now. She pressed Print and was relieved to see the hard copy of Burton's instructions jetting into view.Thinking quickly, she opened. With her warm pussy oozing juice I moved up and held my erect cock ready to enter her her. It was then she moaned , “In my ass Greg, fuck me there.” Delighted, I pushed it in slowly and steadilyencouraged by Hazel's grunts of pleasure.I was amazed at her passion, her openness. Finally when I was close to releasing, she delighted me more. “Spunk on my pussy, soak me with that big load, I know you’ve got a big load for me” Breathing heavily, I slowly slipped my cock out of her ass, pushing the. "I'll escort you to the hotel," announced Little Pussy to Sharon and Tracey before they disembarked. "And can you sign this document to say that you're not coming back today otherwise the police will be very unhappy to see that the numbers leaving Throb aren't the same as those returning."They signed the document and then walked with Little Pussy towards the hotel. This was just outside the walls of the town and had the appearance of a converted monastery. "Aren't there any little girls here?". I did my hair up in a nice French braid and sprayed some flowery body spray all over myself. I was finished cleaning my place and prepping myself up and I still had 10 minutes to spare before he arrived. I was halfway reading the magazine I just bought when I heard the door bell ring. I quickly jumped up and answered the door, surprised to see that he wasn’t alone. Standing beside him was a charming brunette with puffy red eyes. I raised a questioning brow and looked at him, waiting for some.