A few hours later, it grows darker, so she takes a right toward a hotel. She sees a sign for one and pulls in. She stops the car, goes in, fills out t...e paper, goes back out, gets him and their stuff, and goes back inside to find their room.Their room is on the third floor, so they take the elevator. Button's pressed, doors closed, she's pressing herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him down to lip level, she kisses him once again passionately, rubbing herself even. "No, dear, not tonight," She said, kissing my forehead. I followed Her into the bedroom and curled up on the rough carpet She kept beside Her bed. I cried myself to sleep. But all of that was last week. I picked up the handbag She'd prepared and looked inside. A single tube of lubricant, some spray perfume, breath mints, and a pay-per-use cell phone. Everything a whore needed to get on with her business. The taxi drove for twenty minutes, away from our apartment, onto the freeway then into a. "Not from the back, my girl," I said with a laugh, and I rolled her over and hoisted her rump up above her wide-spread knees. She wiggled her rounded ass in anticipation as I flipped up her skirts, worked open my foreflap and produced my blood-hot ram which extended four or five inches from my grip. I stroked her slit a few times with its purple head, fore and aft, and was about to get properly lodged and ram to some furtive enjoyment when she squealed."Papa's coming," she moaned, crawling away. Of course, Angela took advantage of every interesting site as an excuse to try to coax another orgasm from me. She claimed that we needed to baptize every site, and by the late afternoon, she had taken to just wearing her hiking boots, her socks and a sports bra. Of course, I was not one to complain about the beautiful display, but by the time we decided to head back to camp, my cock had the soft ache of overuse.It was late afternoon when we arrived back in camp and I strung up a hammock.