One corner of the room had been ripped out, with bricks and debris littering the room. Taylor had seen outside that hole to the smoking ruin of one se...tion of the compound.The place where the fuel tanks and guard house had been located was now just a smoking black smudge and pitted concrete from the foundation. Part of the wall and the tower on that side of the wall had also been obliterated. The guard house was far enough from this corner of the main building that, if he had to guess, Taylor. There was nothing coy about how she slipped a finger into her panties. He groaned. Where was this damned motel? And at that, as he rounded the corner, he saw it. A tiny little place, with a few bungalows. “Close To The Edge Lodging” read the sign over the main building. An odd name, John thought to himself. Sherry was still rubbing in her panties, so John really didn’t have much time to even think of anything else. He pulled in to a parking spot and nearly jumped out of the car. His. I had a real "thing" for going down on her. I just love a loose well-fucked pussy. When I can get my tongue into an open hole I'm in heaven. This felt like the best I'd ever had. THen again I think each one is. Many times I'd go down on her before fucking when it was my turn. It was heavenly! Around the third or 4th week I'd fallen asleep while he was at it. She woke me up. "Eat my pussy."I don't really have to be told twice. Hungrily. Starting at the clit. Then down all the way to the bottom.. Then his smile returned and Sarah could almost see his heart melting. ‘That sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all day, in fact it’s the best idea I’ve heard all week — no, all month. Maybe the best idea I’ve ever heard in my life!’ That was the beginning, for of course, he did ask her out. In fact, from that moment on, they spent every spare minute that they could together. After dating for a couple of months, Mark and Sarah, fairly certain that they had found their soul mates and life.