I knew of at least half a dozen other girls he’d had some sort of relationship with over the last couple of years. However much he smiles and tells ...ou he’s changed, a wolf is still a wolf. However much he protests he’s a fully-fledged Vegan now.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The rest of the afternoon passed pretty uneventfully. We were so pre-occupied trying to get the presentation to the Unions just right I think we both soon forgot our lunchtime conversation. We were under. I got up and went into the hallway. The young k** was going into the dark room. He looked around 125 lbs, 5' 7", had a slight six-pack. I was throbbing as I made my way to the room. I parted the curtain and entered. The room was totally black and I could not see a thing. It would take a few minutes for my eyes to adjust.I could smell the sex. A couple was on the bed, fucking. I could hear the squeeking of the bed, the groaning of the guy getting impaled and the grunts of the top feeding. The hotel was very quiet which was hardly surprising considering the time of year and we had made the most of being the only guests on our floor the night before by having sex in the corridor outside our room and had planned to do the same again the next night.We spent the day touring the shops and Mrs O picked up some really sexy lingerie, a pink lace matching bra and panties with suspender belt and black fishnet stockings all of which she planned to wear that night. I watched her get dressed. I looked beyond him.Ohmigod! It was Barron."Good evening, folks. I be thinking I come over and get acquainted." Cheryl suddenly recognized him and gasped. Barron spoke quickly, "Ma'am, your husband he kind enough to get me a good job over at the university"--he looked over at Jan--"and your boy he good enough to show the ropes." He smiled broadly. "I come over to thank y'all."I stood up. "Just a minute, this isn't the pla--"--But I was too late. Barron had pulled open his fly, and out flopped.