.To tum mere kamre mai ye sab kar sakte ho. Maine unhe ‘thanks’ bola or apna quarter lekar unke kamre mai aa gaya.Unhone freeze se thande pani ki ...ottle or glass table par rakh diya or baate karne lagi. Ab mujhe surur hone laga tha..Unhone mujhse puchha- tumhari koi girlfriend bhi hai kya?‘nahi to..’ maine lode par hath ferte hue bataya- abhi tak to koi nahi hai.Phir unhone mujhe lode par hath ferte hue dekha to muskurate hue puchha- kabhi sex kiya hai?To main chok gaya..Mujhe itni jald aisi. I want you.”I lean my hands down, caressing her hair as I move my hips towards her again. Encouraging her to finally give into something we’ve both wanted for so long. Her head moves slightly towards me as I feel the tip of her tongue run along my moist wet slit. I lift my hips up towards her as I let out a groaning moan and I grip her hair in pleasure. One taste is all it takes for her; she shoves her face deep into my pussy. She's sucking hard on my clit as I buck my hips up to her. I let go. Dave took all the shopping bags with their purchases into the bedroom. Drew took his drinks into the kitchen. He searched through a couple of cupboards and found a blender. It was brand new, never used by the look of it. He found some suitable glasses and a tray to carry them on. He also found a shot glass to measure the tequila. They had to go out for dinner, so they did have to remain fairly sober. Dave reappeared from the bedroom, he was naked and carrying two or three of his work shirts,. The story/fantasy is quite short, as it all blasted out in about 10 minutes (like somethin else!!)I would love to be sleeping in a hotel bedroom by myself, and hear a knock on the door after everyone's gone to sleep, go to the door with a big stalker on ya, open it and here's this older woman who was eyeing you up all evening in the bar, and has now snuck out from her well-past-it husband's bed.And she's there standing in the dim hall-light, only a light flimsy robe covering her nubile body &.