I figured that ‘Tom,’ the identity I had used when I first started living as the Gifted Grifter, had probably been dormant long enough that I coul... re-use it. Just to be sure, I checked Tom’s MySpace page. I should explain, when I changed identities, the old one would disappear, right down to the phone number no longer being in service. But I realized I might meet some people along the way that I may wish to reconnect with later, so I had decided that I would create a separate MySpace page for. She was definitely not wearing underwear because I could feel her moist pussy in between her legs. She breathed heavily in my ear, “Put a finger in my wet pussy”. I didn’t hesitate for a second. I wondered the whole time what had happened to her husband. That question was quickly answered when the cottage screen door was slammed shut, and he came out with another beer. Of course, we shifted positions and pretended nothing had happened. I could still feel her wetness on my finger. . I found myself wondering what it would be like to have sex with him ... to be taken by him. I remembered the way his cock looked when he went to bed last night and I got my first look it. It was very impressive. I wondered what it would be like to suck that large tube of flesh and get it nice and hard. And how exciting it would be to have this big, strong man over me, taking me, fucking me.I finally finished oiling him up and I forced myself to stop thinking those strange, sexual thoughts. I. So we go up to the suite we know Mr. R is staying in. Tim has his arm around me and is holding me tightly as he knocks on the door and we wait. We see the spy hole darken as someone uses it to look out. The door opens with Anthony holding it open for us saying into the room, “Surprises.” Tim lets me in first but I stop and give Anthony a very nice kiss and then walk into the room. He looks at Tim but he is not committal.In the room Marie rushes over and looks at me, “Are you okay? Why are you.