Anyway, with all the excitement of the flight, and the fact that Jacques seemed to only have eyes for the other two, and being that he was the best lo...king guy we'd seen in the hotel foyer, I decided to get some attention of my own. I was the one actually signing in, so I let the pen slip over the counter, and on tip-toe, leaned over the counter to see where it went.My buttoned, loose blouse fell away from my own bra-free tits, allowing Jacques an exclusive view of my right breast, with its. He fell atop of me and I could feel him handle himself by swiping his cock between the soft folds of my buttocks, lubricated by my overly producing wet pussy.He grunted like a boar mounting a sow in heat and I felt him go inside me, I gasped, eight months did dull the memory of penetration, but now, it was as if my virginity was being retaken and all of my crotch was alight once more, as I started grunting like the sow I felt I was, as I screamed my pleasure into my bunched panties stuffed in. I guessed that I would be cleaning up a very cummy pussy very soon. My cock was swelling at the thought.A little after one, I heard Jaq arrive home and walk up the stairs. Apart from being a little drunk, she looked fine. Jaq sat on the edge of the bed and told me about her evening. Jaq told me that her work colleagues were a little dull and she had wandered off into the bar and she had got chatting to two guys from a local taxi company. The two guys had agreed to bring Jaq home for free. Jaq. He also bought two pairs of coveralls, the slate blue kind that maintenance men wear. He put one on, put another in a bag, and drove to west Eighteenth Street. From outside the building he saw that mostly the lights were off. It was a Friday night; most people would be out and late. There wasn’t even a doorman. The only person he saw inside the building was downstairs. They didn’t even give him a second look. He went up to the third floor, to 317 and tried the door. The lock on the knob was.