My hubby got the key, and we drove over to the room. About 40 feet. We got out, and hubby got the tool box from the back of the truck. When I walked...into the room it smelled like people had just had sex, and smelled of pot. I checked the bathroom for dead people, but it was actually very clean. Those BioHazard clean-up crews do a really go job now!My hubby cracked open two beers, and gave me one. He was so sweet. I started to sip the brew, and he tapped his wrist as it was a watch. I. The whole procedure was getting really erotic with him fisting me and feeling the sound enter my bladder through my urethra. He worked on my “G” spot as well and it always drained me for a long while as we did it.I really slept well for the 3 or 4 days between sessions. We will open me gradually in 3 or 4 more steps with an additional 1/8 of an inch in each session.Once we hit 1 inch I wanted to wear a shaped liner in my urethra for the time between sessions to keep everything open.I would do. From the look on her face, it was better than my tongue, my fingers, or my body ever managed. Hot tears burned in my eyes. I refused to cry. I wasn’t going to let her see me do that. With an effort I forced down my tears, I turned to stone to keep my self-control.Janice fucked him like a woman possessed, not a gentle slow burn loving screw. She wanted to fuck him like a bitch in heat, and she did. He put his hands on her waist to give her balance, grunted like a marathon runner pounding out. "Unnn!" Brown eyesturned glassy. "Ooo, Beauty!" She slid her pussy back and forth in thesaddle, greasing the sleek leather with hot sticky cream. "Ooooo!"Her small firm tits jiggled. Her nipples, swollen with blood and rosypink, throbbed. She squirmed in the saddle. It was getting harder andharder to keep her balance. "Ohhh, shit! Beauty! Don't move!"The pony, agitated by the c***d's squeals and her passion, began tostep back and forth. His head snapped around, his wet sticky lipsbrushing.