Her tongue came out to meet mine, but the oppressive heat won and the passionate kissing was cut short. My wife pulled away from me, “I'm sorry baby... it's just too damn hot in here for sexy time.” Her apologetic frown was disheartening. I rolled onto my back to let myself calm down. “Agh, I suppose.” My firm erection made it easy to ignore the boiling atmosphere of the room, but I knew my wife was more sensitive to our environment. It was then that my mischievous side hatched a brilliant plan.. The bartendress just seemed amused by his plight and he had to admit, it was pretty fucking funny, Sad Sack loses again. They hardly spoke a word, communicating more in nods and laughter, but when the time came to close up she motioned for him to stick around. His danger meter went off a little but he was too horny to listen to it.He went upstairs with her. He tried to kiss her but she didn't seem to want that, she didn't need to be romanced by some GI, she just pulled out her big floppy tits. And so I ended up at an exotic oriental location to my liking at Hotel Indochine française in the country where my novel was set.I had everything I wanted here - peace, quiet, tranquility, nice people, exotic location, picturesque country side, boutique hotel, good restaurants, nice bars, and abundant ready sex of all tastes and decent deviances.Here there are exclusive brothels, gentleman’s clubs, many girlie bars, bawdy houses and low dive cheap one hour fuck stops.Essentially, I am. I slid my tongue slowly up the undercarriage of his cock, when I reached the head I made small circles around it, while I held his cock in place with my hand. I slid my hot lips over the head of his cock sucking softly. My pussy juices beginning to soak my thong. I moved my hot wet mouth down his cock, keeping hard suction the whole way down. I continued to move my mouth up and down on the length of Vincent’s dick, sucking harder every time I reached the head of his cock. I pulled my mouth off.