Another long, soothing plunge into the tub, the application of hands and mouths to raw membranes, the ultimate romantic connection, then cherished sle...p in the arms of your sweetheart. The final morning brought another repast in the privacy of the room, quick packing of the lingerie and other clothing, the checkout with the innkeeper ensuring their visit was pleasant, a confirmation that the room would once again be available a year hence. This was followed by a drive into the nearby aging. We had slepped together countless times. But every time was special. Every time fime memorable. Every time unique.Wrapping myself around my husband, I succumbed to his deep passion. Bobbie pinned me to the bed by my covered breasts. His strong hands groping me through the thin floral cloth. He then tore at the shoulder strap on my dress, but caught in the throes of lust I was in no mood to worry about dress.All I could focus on was reaching my orgasm. The bed rocked, creaked and banged against. Rachel was definitely not napping. Rachel was naked, her legs were open facing me, and buried in her pussy was a large, veined dildo. Rachel was grinding her hips into the mattress, in obvious pleasure. She had one hand working the fake cock in and out of her cunt, and the other rubbing her clit. I felt myself start to get hard. If Rachel had ever masturbated, this was the first evidence I had of it. Kim reached around me and touched my cock. I jumped and pulled back around.“Kim! This is wrong.. It wasn't a huge golden shower or anything. But it was pee."Oh, Gisele! Fuck!" I exclaimed, mostly in surprise.No one had ever done that to me before. It took a few seconds for me to decide what to do. I was surprised that it wasn't offensive. It was warm of course. It seemed like her pee was more like warm water than anything. I opened my mouth and let some come in."How is that for you, Mommy?"She kept a very slow trickle coming down on me. I had to swallow a little to answer her."It's not the.