That night, there was no pussy on offer, just straight into her back passage. In the morning, she had that walk.On the few occasions we had made a sit... visit together, and stayed in hotel, I had made overtures towards her. The answer was always the same, she was a married woman; who knows, if she hadn’t been, I might be in with a chance.On the bright side, this hotel had a gym, so I brought my kit too. The Customer was cutting up rough about one of two machines we has supplied. One would start. I had to concentrate tosee the illusion that Lily was currently creating.There was a large and somewhat dangerous looking man standing up againstthe bar and drinking a beer. He had tattoos all over his arms and anunkempt beard on his face, making me think that he might be a biker.That might just be a stereotype, but that was what my mind came up with,probably due to watching too many movies. Lily created an illusionaround him making it so that he looked like a sexy and very busty woman. I. Soon our hormones started to kick in and in no time I was out of my tees. Soon she also removed her top and was in her under.It was not the sexiest of the MILFs that we see on the porn videos, but for me, she was the hottest girl ever. Even Alexandra Daddario was not so beautiful in front of her. She unhooked the cage that was capturing her pigeons. The moment I saw them, I pounded on them as bees pound on honey. I sucked them like no tomorrow and she was moaning slowly.Slowly I removed her. My body rebelled at the notion of being denied. I had learned early on that some amazingly delicious, mind blowing pleasure radiated from my fingerling cock's head; whenever I got a chance to give it a frantic rubbing; that I could bring forth, gasping and shuddering, multiple spurts of cum, each driven out of me by a sublime diffusion of toe curling ecstasy through my groin and down my legs. I knew generally and even instinctively that as good as masturbation is, it does not approach the bliss.