With her clothes hugging her firm body, she brushed her hair back and tied it in place, suddenly aware of a persistent tremor in her hands. Her blades...securely in place, she slipped her traveling satchel on, cracked her bedroom door slightly and pushed it slowly and carefully open, unsure of what she expected to see. Chiding herself for being so paranoid, she slipped from the room to walk stiffly down the stairs, ignoring the innkeeper completely as she walked out the door. The air was cool in. She sucked my dick as she worked my pants down to my ankles. I’m not sure how I managed to get my pants and shoes off, but I did, and without taking my dick out of her mouth, she sat me down on the lounge. I don’t know how I managed to maintain enough control to not unload in her mouth and on her face, but I did maintain.Then she moves from sucking to passionate French kissing and starts slowly jerking me off. She’s doing something with her hand that brings me right to cumming and then brings. "I'm sorry for acting like a dumb high school kid." She whispered as she began to cry. "I was so ashamed of myself for even wanting you. You were forbidden fruit. My friends always talked about zipless fucks, and suddenly I wanted one. I wanted to be the "15 minute whores" they said they were. I wanted to be in charge, but you just got the upper hand and used me." I didn't use you. You got what you wanted!" I insisted."If you had just taken me into the empty house, fucked me and sent me on my. After that, the walls were down. I freely explained any portion of my life that she wanted to know about. I even admitted that I had an affair a long time ago, but I didn't go into details with her about Daisy. I didn't want to bring her up because I still cared about her and I was trying my best not to think about her at the moment.After a while, I got tired of doing all the talking, so I shifted the conversation to her. She didn't seem to care for it too much."So, why don't you tell me about.