He was slowly but surely making his way up to where I wanted it the most. It felt like ages had passed when he finally moved his hand again, playing w...th the outer hem of my shorts. He slowly moved inward, and I got so excited as his fingers brushed the tops of my thighs. He glanced at me again, and slowly slipped his fingers under my shorts to my now damp panties. I relaxed and spread my legs a little bit.He played there a little bit, applying pressure to my folds, slowly rubbing. Without. I nervously sent him the room number and went to unlock the door. The motel had a porn channel so I already had it playing. I told him the door was open so I sat on the bed with my heart beating out of my chest. He opened the door and walked in. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and it was clear he had a hardon. I could see a wet spot at the tip of his cock. I started to get super excited now and decided I would do whatever he wanted. He started to pull his shirt over his head and his chubby. He moved his arm. But I did it again; I told him everything was fine to me…Suddenly he closed his lap top and put away inside the pocket of the seat in front of him. Then he folded his arms across his chest. His right hand was under his left arm, leaning toward me; he ran his fingers on the side of my tits.I turned slightly to give him a better feel, barely letting him reach my hard nipple.The blanket was covering me from my shoulders to my waist; I moved my hand, making sure to keep it. Those who still had clothes to wear were told they might dress again, so Stella had her burnt body protected once more."That was so good of Clarissa, yesterday!" she said as they rested in the cell. "I take back all I've ever said about her. If she gets happiness from having sex with Miranda, then good luck to her! I just hope she'll be back with us soon!" I think we may have a long wait if my case was anything to go by!" said Megan sadly.When the rest had been sent back inside, Megan had.