No Andy. She looked in Jeff's room. No one was there either.She decided she might just as well service herself. She couldn't wait for hard cock to sat...sfy her. She went to her room and stripped in front of a full-length mirror.She cupped her tits and tweaked the hardening nipples. One hand went down to her soaked cunt. Her fingers twirled in the wispy golden hair, dipped farther, and pressed against the puffed- up lips of her waiting cunt.She drew her fingers along the entire length of her. She had finished her drink about the same time that I did. I ordered another and asked if she would like one and she gladly accepted. I introduced myself, Hi my name is Jim and she said my name is Julie. That was the opening of a good conversation. She was on her way to Portland, OR via Amtrak to be with a friend. We sat and talked for a couple of hours having a few drinks in the process. During this time Julie had moved her bar stool closer and laid her leg across mine and started. You quickly think of what you have on this weekend.. a date with a girl your friend knows, a few games of Warships.. "Ahh who am i kidding, a weekend getaway sounds decent enough!"Quickly you scrap any plans you had as well as a painfully obvious desperado date by your long time mate. Being 39 and horribly overweight any reason to get away, even for a weekend is welcome. Even if it is provided for something you aren't 100% sure about. Another look at the letter indicates its only an hours drive. The head touched her and her hips thrust to meet it; it slipped into the outer muscle with ease, her channel hot, wet and eager to be filled beyond what she could imagine. I sank in to her core in short thrusts, a bit more with each time my cock found entry; three inches and then four she had felt before filled her with pounding thrusts of passion even I had rarely felt the need of. Her body bucked beneath me to ravage the velvet steel of the shaft she wanted ever more of. Five inches and then.