Then I saw Catherine’s ad; found myself waiting in the bar to talk with someone, in whose high-heeled shoes, I wanted my own wife. Catherine was com...osed, quite lovely, elegantly dressed, and overwhelmingly desirable. I was one of the chosen three, along with the man who was organising the evening. The Arranger. I went up to Room 319 at the appointed time, and joined the other three men in suits, and took a glass of the offered champagne. Catherine came out from the bedroom alcove, dressed in. Swimming every day, the ex-Hockey player turned sportscaster had salt & pepper hair and he was a sharp dresser. Even casual, his clothes reflected good taste and he had a rugged look that Cherie had to admit, she found very appealing. Kristina Swan, once Kristina Jarvis, was 10 years her husband’s junior. A former model, she was as beautiful as her husband was handsome. A natural blonde with a tanned & toned body, she had tits you would swear were a surgeon’s handiwork — but weren’t. Her hair. Just get to the next gas stop. Then the next one after that. I'd worry about Tucson when I got to Tucson. I'd worry about my graduate school career when I got to school. The day ended up being the best one of the summer. Just me and the road. No cares. No pain.I'd kept the lease on my apartment over the summer. I'd been in too much of a hurry to leave to try to get out of it. If I was frugal this next year, I'd be okay. Everything was in good shape when I arrived. No break-ins. No problems. .."After three full strokes, I reached between her legs and ran my finger firmly along her clit, just once. Her convulsing sphincter cinched tightly around me as she came, and I spewed everything I had into her bowels. We orgasmed together at the exact moment, and it seemed to go on and on, the two of us locked together in a relentless cycle of jerking spasms that refused to release us. I imagined filling her with semen until her belly was extended and round with it, and her cries were never.