I wasn't sure if I wanted to stick it back in my pants all wet like that, bit figured I didn't have a choice. I noticed something sticking through the...hole and it was a wet wipe. Damn, I get pussy and a wet wipe, LOL!? I took it and cleaned my cock of the juices. I tossed it in the small trash can in the corner and pulled up my pants. I heard the door to their booth open, and I exited right behind them. I wanted to get a look at this girl - even though it really didn't matter what she looked. She arrived at the door. She didn’t know if she should knock or use her key or just try the knob. What if they were behind the door, fucking each other, like Julia thought? What would she do? Would she blame Roger? Would she want to kill her mother? Julia touched the knob, it rattled, it turned. She opened the door. *********** Roger and Sandra heard the door, knew immediately who it was. Sandra didn’t move a muscle. Roger leaped out of bed, hastily put his underwear on, jumped into a pair of. Prudence stood at the window. “Is that the Brooklyn Bridge?”Rada stood next to her and looked out over the East River. “The one in front is the Manhattan Bridge. The Brooklyn Bridge is behind it.”Prudence slid an arm around Rada’s waist and snuggled in close. “We really are in New York, aren’t we?”Rada chuckled. “We have been since yesterday.”Prudence wrinkled her nose. “Well, yeah. I know. But that place just looked out onto a street. It could have still been in Baton Rouge for all we. She looks at me with those beautiful hazel eyes, and smiles and then opens her mouth and engulfs my cock in her mouth. She then slowly pulls her head back and her lips pop, as my saliva covered cock jumps as the cool air hits it. she then begins to work my head over, while undoing my pants. She guides them to the ground, I look around and no one in site, I can hear the couple having a few drinks other than that we're all alone. Jen's mouth and hands have me standing at salute, full strength,.