The top of my hand presses against the inner part of your other leg and I feel you open your legs even more so that my hand can continue to move up to...ard your moistening girl spot. Back and forth, round and round, my fingers creep closer to that wet, warm pleasure place, pushing up your skirt as they move farther up between your thighs. A few seconds later I can feel your silky soft pussy hair against my little finger and know I am close. A little more, and my little finger brushes against. John moved over to his desk and pulled out his digital camera from the desk drawer. Pictures would work, he thought. Hummm, but how to know when to go to the motel?As the chief investigator for the base, John could pretty much leave his desk when he wanted to without checking with any supervisor. He began by surveilling the motel every day around noon because that was when Jim had first noticed the cars there. After two weeks he found out that Mrs. Williams got a room every fourth Wednesday for. She immediately switched on the ac. Locked the doors . We entered the room, she undressed her t shirt .She wore a white bra inside . I went close to her and kissed her lips eyes and slipped my hands inside her bra. She breathed heavily on my face . I felt the mood extravagantly , i jus pulled to me and we locked ur lips . It was my first kiss. I moved my hands to her ass and presses them , she moved forward and hit me against my cock , she wasted no time . She removed my pants and shirt . In a. I had locked it but I was still terrified.‘Peter?’ It was Angela. I held my breath, I didn’t answer. My heart was beating and I froze with my cock in my hand.‘He’s not here.’ I heard my wife say.A mans voice said ‘Why are the lights on?’ It was Carlos.‘He must have been here.’ Then there was silence.I moved to the door slowly, picking up my pants, careful not to make a sound. What the…? I listened then a bang against the door. It was the sound of moans and kissing. It was Carlos I knew it. The.