I was a couple of years younger, and my birthday was now June 16. My Social Security number was different, too; I didn't have an actual card, but lots...of people lose theirs and Spook had said it would check out if anybody took the trouble.So would everything else. The driver's license was real, and these were real credit cards; they, too, would check out. It was nice to have a friend who was a computer, especially one linked to so many other computers.The only thing that wouldn't quite check. Composing herself she set of for the elevator and as it arrived at her floor she knew she was on the other side of the building and would walked past room 313 on the way . she had already given up on the thought of trying to subdue her arousal as it was already to far set on and as she walked around the long corridor she looked forward to relieving herself in the shower .passing room 313 she didn't even look at it and within a minute she was outside her own door as she hunted for her room key. I hadn't thought she would want that since it would mean that I would be licking Tyrone's cock as well as her pussy, but hey she asked I obliged. My tongue flicked her clit in my carefully practised way, no matter what I did though every now and then my tongue would slide over Tyrone's black cock and he would moan appreciatively. My wife started to cum again and Tyrone's balls tightened in what I knew would be an orgasm of his own, he kept pumping and I kept licking, more on his cock now than. This particular story does not contain very descriptive sex and is not, I repeat, not a stand alone story. To better understand this story, please read Silver Pt. 08 first. ********** The slight, soft fingers grasped tightly around my hand. ‘Marlene?’ I weakly inquired, immediately followed by violent pain exploding in my head. Marlene’s familiar voice frantically came to life as the softness of her hands grew tighter. ‘Michael, Michael,’ she called. ‘Where are you bringing me?’ I moaned in a.