It's me, Mark," Marissa whispered. "You've got to believe me!" Mark?" Marion hissed. "You're definitely not Mark! For starters, you're awoman!"Marissa...sighed, and began to talk fast. She didn't know how much time Marionhad, so she told him things, that only Mark could know. She had to convincehim to get the hell out of the hotel before it truly became too late for him.To that end, she saved her most intimate knowledge of Marion to the verylast, in case he wasn't convinced by what she said. Anyway, sometimes I would wonder if he was part of the Family. He wore tight Calvin Klein khakis that would show the fine prints of his manhood and his nice round butt. Sometimes I would stare. I know he knew. I mean come on now, he wore these pants without briefs or boxers. It was pretty obvious, I mean, a person could have described his manhood pretty well. He was uncut, that's how much you could tell."Have a nice weekend! Remember to sign out" He continued. I never spoke to him ever since. Amy can best be described as a small and cute girl. She is 52, 115 pounds, and speaks with a barely audible lisp that was far worse when she was a child. She is beautiful. I am an attractive young man, not quite dashing, but handsome enough. I am 61 and well proportioned at 170 pounds. When I went off to university, I went with my best friend from high school, Jerry. He is a little shorter and smaller than I, and of course not quite as handsome, but he is also a good-looking fellow. Amy,. I laughed and said, "No I don’t, sadly." "Awww really, I'm very surprised." Now she was sitting as close as possible, I was looking directly into her deep blue eyes, I could feel her breath on my lips. Then she slipped her hand onto my thigh, "I bet you’re not a virgin though??"I was so shocked she said that, I spurted out, "Well actually..." That’s all I could manage, as suddenly I felt her hand gently rubbing my now rock hard cock, and it was throbbing insanely. Her lips moved towards mine, I.