Pretty and mature. She didn't mention any guys in her life. But on the third night, after falling asleep I woke up around midnight to banging and slam...ing at the door. It sounded like someone was breaking in. The doorbell was rang like 15 times too. It stopped and I texted her if everything was okay and she said it was. Then it happened again but much much more worse and aggressive. I texted her again if we should call the cops. She said no. I heard her go downstairs and open the door and heard. Not, of course, that Sheila was anywhere near being 'second best' for me; we knew each other really well by this stage, and had grown increasingly fond of each other – and we had already been pretty good friends and enthusiastic lovers before the start of this three-month working holiday. I knew precisely which buttons to press on her body to get it writhing in ecstacy, and she was an expert in how to wind me up and get Gustav back in action with minimum delay! Neither of us was going to suffer. Lyon. ‘Male of female.’ ‘I bet you wish it were female,’ the hotel booking clerk laughed. ‘If it were a woman she’d use her first name.’ Seb said he hoped the guy wasn’t gay and the woman laughed again and said he sounded a laugh a minute. ‘Well perhaps…’ ‘Young man, I’m about to sixty. Ram someone nearer your age.’ That left Seb with the feeling it might be a great convention. Security at the convention center was tight as some of the top porn stars in the country were making guest appearances. The way her body was pressed against the screen door and how she looked at me was getting me really horny. The seam of her cut offs was tight against her crotch revealing the outline of her pussy. She twirled one of her pigtails around her finger and smiled, looking me in the eyes. “What a sexy tease she is,” I thought, my cock bulging in my jeans. “And you look like such a nice man,” she added, smiling in a flirty way. “I don’t know what to do.” “I understand,” I said. “But I would never take.