I had arrived first and texted her and she responded she was running late...Typical of a woman lol! Well she answered that she wanted to be somewhere ...rivate and I wanted to fuck that night so I made the move to reserve a king size bed hotel room close by. I made the arrangements via an app and texted her back. I was so horny and my boner, asstoy, and nipples were bringing me to assgasms texting her back and forth.I told her where the hotel was and I proceeded to make my way there all while. The kiss was beginning to provide an erotic frisson. Maybe not; maybe being the instructress provided the charge. She buttoned up her blouse. The bra would be too much trouble. She opened her lips the third time he licked them. She opened her teeth only enough to let the tip of his tongue in, but she let the tip of her tongue touch it. “Isn’t that more erotic than playing tonsil hockey?” she asked after she’d drawn back.Greg was far from certain of that. On the other hand, he was getting a. And then she saw him, a red cloth body bib over his light grey sweatshirt like all the other prisoners, his eyes searching the room until they lit upon her, his face just like she remembered, the smile warming her as he moved towards her. Unaware that she had risen as he approached, she stared at him as he stood unsure before her, and then without realising what she was doing she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, crying into his chest and murmuring ‘I’m sorry…..I’m so, so sorry.’. I watched that night from the door, not the TV, him. His dick was beautiful and I wanted it. So very much, that night I played a lot, more than i ever had done in a night and explored my anus too, I enjoyed that feeling even more. That night he came in at around midnight before my family were due to come back at 2. He would usually go home this time. He knocked on my bedroom door and asked if i was awake I responded with a noise not usually heard outside of sexual activities. He walked in.