"You bad girl," I said. "You went out without knickers." "No," she replied. "I was wearing knickers when I left." My cock suddenly went hard. "So wh... did you take them off?" I asked. "I didn't," she said, and before I could say anything else she said, "Have a smell." I leant forward and sniffed. I could smell her sex but there was also the unmistakeable smell of lubricant, spermicide and that instantly recognisable rubbery kind of smell that only comes from one thing... condoms. "Is that. “I hate being on crutches!” Jill exclaimed. “Have you ever walked on crutches?” he asked. “I have never had the pleasure.” “Well, you have the chance to do it now.” “I am sure you will look great on crutches,” I interjected. “Yea, I am going to win the Miss Crutch contest.” A couple of minutes later, the doctor made sure the cast was dry and waved to the nurse. Jill was lifted cautiously and placed on the examining table. The cast held her leg at such an angle to her upper body that she. Then, before I knew what was happening, she had quickly jerked down my sweats and underwear, making my very noticeable hard on pop out practically hitting her in the face.“Well, look who else is turned on,” she said. I was embarrassed and froze for a minute but without missing a beat, she took me by the hips and quickly engulfed my raging hard on into her mouth. Pulling me in and out of her mouth by my hips as she literally tried to suck the juice out of me. This went on for several minutes. The time was nearly here. She came out of the bathroom looking like such a sexy slut. A tiny black dress that barely covered her chubby bum cheeks. High heels, black suspenders with fishnet stockings. She wasn’t wearing any knickers. We both wore a masquerade mask to conceal our identity just a little. I received a text and then another almost straight after. Both guys had turned up at nearly the same time and were in the car park which was perfect. I text them back our room number and there.