She reached a hand over and stroked my cock through my jeans gently.“You don’t seem to mind at all” she laughed. I felt the heat rush to my face...then, dick leaping and fighting to break free from the restraints of my jeans. She held firm, timing her squeezes between throbs. I shifted again, and her hand fell away. As I made move to get up, she beat me to it and stood in front of me. The waist of her skirt was at eye height, black and pattern ruffling and creasing before my eyes until I saw more. But I guess I could feel it was happening anyway.Ben had booked a hotel for the night, as Mr. and Mrs., and before we arrived, he slipped a wedding ring onto my finger, quite a bit too tight, but I didn't care.We spent the night together, in a four poster bed with a supply of champagne on the bedside table. Ben had thought of everything, even down to my finding a beautiful silk nightie on the bed as I arrived. Our first night together had been helped along by alcohol. The second was pure. Scott reluctantly turned the car off and resolutely made his way toward the dimly lit passage. As he rounded the corner, the faded scent of lavender perfumed the air. A distant street light provided the only illumination, leaving long shadows that gave the scene a morbid, surreal quality. Sitting on small tottering chair was The Little Candle Girl. Her face was covered with dirt and soot, which continued down her torn dress and holey leggings. She could not have been more than eight, and even. I asked for a room toward the back of the complex, which the clerk agreed to do, and as I returned to the car and climbed in, Mariah again asked if we could go swimming. I smiled telling her, Lets check out our room, first, as I drove toward our room. We pulled in front of our room, I turned off the car and we quickly went inside our hotel room. Turning on the lights, Mariah quickly checked out the room as I sat on the bed. She then came over and sat next to me and again asked about going.