He also sported a very thin, neatly trimmed beard. And, he sashayed as he pulled his suitcase behind him.Shawn locked eyes with him. “What’s up,�... he asked then licked his lips.The flight attendant smiled, “It’s been a long day.”“Yeah, me too. You got a layover here tonight?”“Yes I do. You coming over,” he chuckled with his high-pitched voice.“What we gon’ do if I do?”“I bet we can figure out something, handsome,” he winked and smiled coyly.“Bet. Lock in my number,” Shawn ordered. Shawn headed. If you aren’t ready, I totally understand. But I’ve been waiting for twenty years and would like-”“I’m ready!” Brent blurted out. He cleared his throat and tried to recompose himself; he was acting like a teenager for God’s sake. “I mean, if you are ok with taking things to that level, I’d love to as well.”Emma’s smile was nearly ear to ear. “I’d hoped you’d say that.” She leaned forward and started to unbutton his pants. Brent suddenly looked scared.“Um...” he said, but couldn’t continue.“What. Jerry, too, was in a constant state of arousal. Neither of us could believe what a slut I was becoming.After work on Friday, Jerry dropped me at the hotel before going to pick Sarah up at the airport. I gathered everything from my room and moved it to the suite Jerry had booked for our weekend sexfest. Once settled in the plush new accommodations, I took a long hot bubblebath in the oversize tub. The bath helped soothe my nerves and the flowery scent of the bath salts made me feeling quite. My breath grew fast and deep as we continued on, my hips had long ago begun to buck back against yours, craving more of you. My face and breasts pressed against the wall with each powerful thrust of your hips. Without warning your hand slid from my face to my hair yanking my head back and without breaking the contact of our hips, you dragged me over to the night stand. You swiped the clock and note pad off of it before shoving my body down upon it. My shirt had ridden up and I could feel the.