Maybe I'm going to become some long-haired in-house rock starfor a stage show or something. I could live with that, and it'd be somethingto tell my gr...ndchildren: Yessire, your grandpa was the Elvis for the NightSkies Hotel! And he got paid handsomely, too! I don't think I'll tell themabout the part involving me being locked up in my suite, though. It'd justbring up uncomfortable questions.Something isn't right. It's noon, and I don't think Elvis had emerald greeneyes. Well, I didn't either. I. .. and blushed.There's another thing they don't know. Mr. Boy Scout has a wild side. Well, that's my secret, ladies.As she reached the top of the stairs and entered the restroom, Jennifer's thoughts returned to the previous night.Mike's naked body cascaded down the stairs. She was below him, still wearing her heels—but nothing else. She released her grip on his wet, softening cock. The taste of his cum lingered in her mouth.He grabbed her underarms and pulled, signaling that he wanted her to. Sarah and Mary discussed the problem. Sarah saw me as her grand father but also her knight in shining armor. She loved her grandpa. She was ready to give Steve her hero anything including her romantic love and her sexy young body.It had been a leisurely Saturday afternoon. Steve had given Mary six great orgasms while she had emptied his cum twice. After laying in each others arms for ten minutes Mary got up and walked over to the window. Sarah was in the back yard exercising. She was modestly. Her lawyers had been with her from the beginning and were the original ones who lost the case in open court. That didn't disturb her because she was convinced they had done their best for her and she knew from the forensic evidence in the case that they had very little chance of getting her off without a guilty verdict. She could tell from the eyes of her legal team, and the eyes of the jury and even the eyes of the judge that they were not happy with the result but were bound by the rules of.