Wo palti or muje dekh kar boli”Shaitan kya dekh raha hai muh udhar kar.”Maine muh pher liya..Phir wo pishab kar uthi or boli ab aaja.Main wapis ba...hroom main chala gaya wo boli”chal tuje nahala doon”wo neeche zameen par baith gayi or peeticoat jangho tak aa gya tha.Wo mere pair masalane lagi aise unke Choonchi khoob zor se hil rahi thi.Main ye dekh kar kafi jayda excite ho gaya tha aur mera lund bhi khada ho gaya tha.Mami ye dekh chuki thi or samjh chuki thi par phir bhi wo anjan banane ka. We both love meeting that way. There is something particularly sexy and forbidden to me about motels. I've always admitted a peculiar fetish for them. The fact that it’s neutral territory. No real life interruptions or distractions. The knowledge that untold numbers of other people have had sex in this same room. Not to mention that I don’t get stuck washing the towels and sheets. As I always have a supply of lube and toys at the ready, making a mess with the towels and sheets is a happy result. Time would tell.Helen pulled my face to her breasts and encouraged me to take her nipples into my mouth. I was happy to oblige. I worked on both breasts while trying to slide her shorts down over her ample hips. She was making things difficult, while laughing at my attempts. She finally took mercy on me and stood up. She stepped back and watched my face as she slid her shorts down to the floor. She was wearing no panties. She stepped out of them and stood before me in all her glory. She was. Jay, Darrell and Tom were rooming together. Theother cabin had Sidney, Robert, and James. Jay was married, aged 45 with two college aged daughters. Not anathletically outstanding body, but certainly nothing that a horny gay guywould turn down, especially if he found out the guy wanted to throw hislegs up in the air, and then throw a stiff cock into his nice warm ass.Obviously hot enough for Stan, since he had managed to gather Jay up off ofthe beach, and end up getting Jay's cock slammed up.