There were laptops, handheld game consoles, books, and one of the kids was even playing with a Rubik’s Cube. I sat by the window, letting the poison...run through my veins. I was also receiving a heavy dose of morphine, helping to numb some of my pain. Hopefully I wouldn’t have a seizure in the hospital. The last thing I needed was some intern right out of med school sticking a tube down my throat.Drowsy from the drugs running through me, I let my mind wander. My thoughts drifted back to the girl. " That hardly matters, the important question, from a legal point of view is whether I am telling the truth. As it happens I can show you my driving licence and that of my wife. Both have photographs on them." I spread the two plastic cards on the table. "As you can see this one has a picture of the woman who is upstairs in the room I booked and the other one is clearly me." When the waiter brought room service this morning your so-called wife—" My actual wife." She was naked in the room with. Slowly I entered her tight hole as I felt the tongue of the Fiance’ lick my shaft. I was half way in when I asked if she was okay. She replied, “ Yes, I feel so full and want more of that big cock in me”. Ever to oblige a lady I press a little more until I was almost all the way in and could feel her the insides of her vagina. The Fiance’ reported that she could see my cock sticking out of her stomach area. I slowly pulled out and she let out a huge moan, “ Oh Daddy fuck me” was her response.. He knew his wife wasn’t as big into sports as he was, but still!She sat back down in her armchair, then rose up slightly. Reaching into a pocket of her jeans, she pulled something black and stringy out, then held it out in front of her. “Look familiar?” she asked acidly.It took a second for Frank to recognize the object, then he gave a quiet groan and muttered, “Oh shit!” It was a pair of tiger-striped thong panties, and they weren’t Brenda’s.“Yeah, oh shit! I was wondering why the guys at.