DD got out with me, as we approached the counter.“Good afternoon, how can I help you?” the elderly gentleman said.“We need three rooms, they nee... not be together or even on the same floor,” I said.“Very good, please fill this out, and I need a credit card.”I did, hesitating for a moment, before I wrote my new name. That was a little bizarre.Fifteen minutes later, the girls had their own room, as did each of the couples. With a quick set of phone calls, we all met downstairs to have some dinner. But that wasn't happening. Later on that night she went to bed and I left to the bar. I figured I'd get drunk then go home rub one out and go to bed. When I was at the bar it was semi empty a few ladies and two guys. As I had a few drinks some guy started talking to me about the ladies at the bar. He would say things like "the things I would do to her" normally I don't respond to strangers like that but hey I was drunk. I agreed and said "I would love to fuck her feet in those heels". Then he. "Burned to the ground?" Turn on the local news," Will replied. "It was quite the show last night. The place went up like a warehouse full of kindling." Well, it was. All those books--they're probably still busy pouring water onto the mess." Can we come over and get changed and stuff at your place? Claire's house looks like a trailer park after the tornado done blew through. Her ex-hubby kind of went berserk on the place." Holy fuck," Bob said. "Sounds like you guys had quite the night. Is she. With a final caress she lifts her face from his crotch. Having his dick inside her mouth had made her slit ache. Propping herself up with one hand she let her other find its way down to her dripping slit. With the tip of her finger she circled her clit a few times before inserting her middle finger into the warm velvet of her pussy. Gasping slightly she slowly ran her finger in and out, increasing her pace with every pass. While she continues to finger fuck herself, she looks coyly into his.