My dear friend didn’t even wear underwear while opening the door for the room service. The room service guy was stunned to see his boldness. After e...tering the room he saw me in bed and our clothes lying on the floor. He was completely speechless. He was in fact stammering while getting the bill signed. It was a hilarious moment.After the room service left, Alain sat on the chair and I went and sat on his lap. We made each other eat that spaghetti. Accidentally some spaghetti fell off on his. Her asscheeks were looking more than delicious. I played a bit with that, spanking more in joke, making her twerk, than started to lick and finger her again now very fast, like a crazy. I was loving the way her warm heavy breath felt over my tights. Soon, maybe too soon, her body twisted and twerked as I could feel her wetness running bigger and bigger until she came hard. I didn’t came and didn’t want to, either. Not there, not then, not with her, so I got out of the bed, went to Chris, who. It’s a work of fiction but based on fact and certainly technically accurate. I wrote it purely for my own purposes…my own needs.’ ‘How long is it?’ ‘A little over 85,000 words.’ ‘Has an editor seen it—what stage is it in?’ ‘It’s done, typed up on a word processor and proofed by a retired friend of mine up in Ohio. I don’t use an editor per se. He’s too humble to call himself one. My boss read it, he liked it. It’s not a war story as much as it is a story about people thrown together in a war. She opened the doors and I went onto the balcony to look out. It was a lovely view and I told Marilyn so. She said she liked it, and as I continued to gaze at the waves, I felt her come up behind me and slip her arms around my waist. I wasn’t sure quite what to do, but any initiative was taken from me, as her hands expertly unbuckled my belt and slipped down beneath my boxers. I groaned as her cool hands caressed my hardening length. She groaned as it rose beneath her fingers and turned me.