The room I booked was a honeymoon suite. As we stepped inside, she saw that the bed was well decorated with flowers. She blushed instantly.I took her ...ace into my hands and planted a tender kiss on the lips. “Your lips are tastier than they were,” I said.She replied, “So do yours.”“You too still remember the taste of our first kiss?”“Yes,” she nodded her head mischievously.“Then why you did not talk to me afterward.”“I was afraid.”“Ohhh..baby! Now, no need to be afraid. We already wasted ten. I started playing with her choot and her clit and slowly inserted one finger inside her. It was really really tight but I didn’t find a hymen there (she had broken it while fingering, she told me later) so I kept digging my finger into her pussy and she kept sucking me off and eventually, I started fingering her so hard that she could not suck properly and just kind of sat there with my dick in her mouth, drooling all over my crotch and I could feel her orgasm starting to build up.I bent down. Susan was always hot when we left the theater and when she was worked up she thought just about anything sexual was a good idea. This time I had fingered her to two orgasms but kept her from going over the edge a third time. I wanted her ready for anything when we left the theater. I had parked the car slightly further from the theater than usual, we would have to walk past the adjoining adult bookstore, the one that was my favorite gloryhole hunting ground. Just as expected, Susan said, “They. She nodded in agreement. “You could do with a bath before we go meeting prospective employers, as well.”The streets were too busy to argue that last point. Having no local guide or even much idea of how the city was laid out, we wandered freely until we finally discovered an inn.The buildings was on a side street, near what appeared to be an open market. The sign had no lettering, just the image of a farmer napping while leaning on a large horned animal, and below that the universal images of a.