She said she could only do in the daytimes, as she wanted to meet me alone without Mr B at first.Slightly confused by this, as we had always discussed...a threesum, I still readily agreed.Days went by and I kept imagining her sexy body in my arms, how good she looked in lingerie and doing all of the things we had chatted about.The day of the meet eventually came along, and we agreed to meet in the hotel bar at twelve midday, have a glass of wine each and see where things led. She pushed the fact. “Stuff happens,” Amy replied. She casually stepped out of her heels and placed them on to the countertop of the pass through to the kitchen. She scrolled through her messages as I stood by, trying to decide if I could stay or if I should leave.“So, are there are more showings today?” I inquired.“No,” she casually replied. “This is it for me today.”“We should go for a swim,” I said. I don’t know why I said it. It just seemed like a natural and nice thing to offer.She glanced out the window for a. She was right it did hurt as my dick seem to get even harder, but it was mixed with such a wonderful indescribable sensation that the pain was hardly noticeable and even seem to enhance the sensation. As her wet lips kept going up and down my shaft and one hand still caressed my balls, the other hand slowly moved up my chest and started fondling my nipples, which instantly turned hard too.Not long after I could not contain my self, the view of that wonderful creature sucking my dick and the. For an older couple they seem to be pretty physical, her mom’s gasps of pleasure are really getting to me, I know now where her daughter’s healthy sexual appetite comes from. It shouldn’t be erotic, but I’m now rock hard. I take myself in hand and start tugging myself, imagining it’s me plugging Jen’s mother. “What are you doing ?” Jen is awake and aware of the noise next door. She looks at me and suppresses a giggle “dirty bastards.” “Well if you can’t beat ‘em Jen.” “Too bloody right, I want.