And Mrs. ****. I had asked for a room for Mr. ***and Mrs. ***. They mistook that, figuring that we were a married couple and wanted just one room. I a...ted angry, but my heart was pounding inside. "Okay," I said, "Mistakes can happen. Just give me another room." "I'm sorry, sir," The clerk replied, "but there are no empty rooms. I looked at Mom,who was pretty annoyed. I turned to the clerk and asked if the room had twin beds. "No, sir. Just one King size bed." I looked back at her, she shrugged. "Yeah," I said. "But I don't know of I can take that huge cock of yours." Just try to relax," he said."Yes, honey," Jenny said. "You relax and I'll stroke your prick. It'll be fine."After Jim removed his fingers, I felt the bulbous head of his big prick at the entrance to my asshole. He moved forward and pushed the head past my puckered hole. It hurt and I let him know. He backed off a bit and then came at me again. The head of his prick slipped in and it was OK. He waited until my asshole got. He stooped down and slid his arms under the older woman’s form, lifting her easily. Sophia was a relatively small woman and couldn’t have weighed more than 45-50kg. Her body was warm as he brought her to him. As her still form made contact with his chest, she came half-awake.“Cal?” She whispered, her arms going up and encircling his neck. She snuggled into him as her arms pulled her even closer. Her eyes, however, barely fluttered open. “You ‘k?”“Everything’s fine, Soph,” Calix whispered. She held the blanket close to her, folding it over her erect nipples. The blanket around her made her feel safe and warm and secure. She named it ‘Jimmy’.These encounters with Jimmy became a regular thing. Every night, she would leave the cares and worries of the day for the security of her room. Every night she would lock the door, put on her favorite Jimmy Reed album and lie naked on the bed allowing the primal rhythms and sexual lyrics to put her in a near frenzy. Every night she would wrap.