It was all I could do to stay where I was. I wanted to go to her and suck on her nipples, tear off her panties, press my tongue deeply into her, and t...en make love. But I couldn’t do that to Kara.Stephanie went into her bathroom and shut the door and I left her room and went out to my car. I was trying to clear my head of the image and the desire, but I was having trouble doing it. Fortunately, my erection had subsided before I arrived at the Blanchard’s house.I picked up Kara, then drove over. I had an iron grip on his ass and kept trying to cop a peek in the mirror. He then tensed and shot his load down my throat. I kept pushing his butt to milk his pecker until he pushed me away. San followed suit. It was such a turn on lying there looking up at this guy with his outfit on, with his cock and tight hairless bag coming toward me, the panties around his ankles, and the reflection in the mirror giving it another angle. There was a pool of jiz in my navel as I raised my head up. She bent down and said something to him before standing up and reachingfor my hand.‘Well,’ said a deep Australian voice, ‘I wouldn't want to run into youtwo sheilas in a dark alley.’We turned around to see Shane standing there clapping his hands andgrinning from ear to ear. ‘Come on, let's get moving. Neither of youwant to be around when the cops start asking questions.’We followed Shane down the alley and away from where we had been untilwe found a bar far enough away that we felt safe. I. The airport was too far from the city to contemplate catching a taxi or a bus just to go for a couple of drinks and there was no way she was going to sit in her room and watch tv. That only left the hotel bar as an option. She left some money with the bill on the table and headed to her room for a quick shower. An hour or so later she found herself surveying the hotel bar whilst the barman mixed her Gin and Tonic. The room was a reasonable size with brown leather couches and chrome glass topped.