"I'm busting to go to the loo," I say."Down the hall, first door on the left," she says, pointing the way.I run into it and close the door, sitting on...the toilet quickly. Relieving my urgency, I wipe and then realise just how wet I've gotten. I finish wiping and flush and wash my hands.As I come out, I see her in the kitchen. She notices me and asks, "Gin and tonic?" Mmmm, that would be lovely," I reply.I see her pushing on her phone, presumably replying to a text. Then she sets it down. "Have. Wow all three are sitting on the couch with the biggest fatest hardest cocks I have seen but I tease them a little longer .it's when I climb on the coffee table on all fours that it all started . All three stood up and surrounded me rubbing there hands over me telling me I'm about to get the fucking of my life then John grabs my head and just shoves his cock all the way down my throat nearly choking me but I loved it so much then I fell my arse getting tounge fucked ,OMG how good did it feel. When I awoke she was gone. By her nightstand was a note on the hotelstationery with her name, phone number and a giant smiley face. Overthe next week I repeated my escapade with the waitress. Each night Imet a new, beautiful woman - sometimes a cocktail waitress, sometimes ashowgirl, once a pharma rep in town for a convention. And each morningthe same result: a note with a giant smiley face on it. I never calledthe girls back and by the end of the week I was waking up fromnightmares of. We've been dating for a couple of weeks. This is a little awkward but I'll be with him tonight." Holy shit! You mean I flew here from Colorado to find out you are screwing another guy?" Calm down, Ed. Don't make a scene. I talked with Tamala and as you know, she's a little depressed about the divorce. There's a chance she might like spending some time with you tonight. I can see you tomorrow." Sure but I'm not holding by breath. She hasn't said a word to me the entire dinner." Ed, that's her.