So she quickly decided to negotiate with the waiter. She left her E1000 handbag, iPhone and passport on the restaurant table and ran back to the hotel...to fetch her purse. Adrenalin was pumping - what would happen if her passport and iPhone were stollen, so she ran through the lobby hoping that Antonio would not see her in this ridiculous, frazzled state. She was yet again failing in all attempts to be elegant which seemed to be a somewhat ironic recurring theme in the worlds most elegant. My tits are nice and round and firm, and Ive been playing with my nipples. Theyre getting hard like diamonds, just as you like them, Baby! I put a little lotion on them so theyre nice and soft, ready for you to suck them. Wow! Youre making me hard, Woman! How is your pussy? Is it soft and warm and moist? Should I check it for you? Patricia inquired. Absolutely, Baby! Touch your thighs and softly stroke my secret garden of delights. Ooo, my pussy is really wet. I want you so badly. Mmmm, that. She reached over and felt trough my shorts to me erection, already straining from her little peep show. Involuntarily I sped up, wanted the ride to be over as fast as possible. I reached over and took and nipple between my fingers and she sighed. I drew my fingers down her, lightly touching the wet lips I found there. She was so aroused that there was a puddle on the leather seat. At last we reached our destination. As I parked the car, I looked into my Erin's eyes, and I saw the look of raw. It was intentional but not entirely satisfying but any more and I would probably just cum again right now. Miriam made a slightly wounded sound, deep and accepting, not in protest exactly. Then Mark said, "You didn't expect me to get a dog's sloppy seconds did you? Especially when you love to get it in the ass from what I hear." I couldn't see his smile but I knew it was there. I couldn't see the look on her face but I knew she hated me right now. I was so fucking hard that a single good stroke.