I quickly took out my phone and wrote down their plate number as they parked in the small parking lot beside the Tim Hortons. Two men came out, both b...own males, around 30 years old, short black hair and brown eyes. They were both skinny and clean shaven. They both wore jeans and a long sleeved shirt as they approached me. The difference I guess between them was their height. One man had a much deeper voice, he was 5'8. The other guy had a quiet voice and was only 5'6. Both of them stared at me. I smiled.The door opened slowly. I instinctively put the remote control on the night table. Gwenn stepped into the room and completely shut the door behind her. It was obvious that she had just stepped out from the shower. Her dripping-wet curly hair cascaded around her fresh face and cat-like eyes, and over her shoulders. She only wore a minuscule black, microfiber tanga and a fairly thin white cotton camisole.It was safe to assume that by the time she walked from her room to mine, her. They waited a few minutes. Then my dick was calm again. ‘Get inside of me,’ Cailin said. She took of her white dress and I saw her boobs. Her nipples were hard. I loved her. She climbed on me and in one move I got my dick fully in. She moaned. She bowed her head. Her blond hair fell in front of her face. She started moving her hips up and down. Chrissy got to the bathroom. ‘Ah, yes,’ moaned Cailin. She started moving faster. Up and down, up and down. It became jumping. ‘I’m going to cum, I’m. So I did something I’m not proud of – I fake texted.I believe my inner dialogue went something along the lines of: “Oh my god, everyone knows I’m here alone. Everyone is staring at me thinking I am a huge creep… Wait a minute. No one is actually looking at me. Why is no one looking at me?? Am I not attractive to lesbians? F*ck, here comes someone. La di da, don’t mind me, I’m just looking at my cell phone, checking all my text messages from all my hot lady suitors… Okay, phew. They passed.”This.