Daniela und Nils erhoben sich träge aus den Metallstühlen und gingen engumschlungen zu ihrem Gate. Die letzte Nacht vor dem Abflug nach Atlanta war ...ang gewesen, denn die Wiedersehensfreude nach 3-wöchiger, berufsbedingter Trennung hatte sich schon im Flur ihrer Villa mit einem Quickie Bahn gebrochen und endete schließlich im Schlafzimmer, wo beide ausgiebigen und sehr harten, hemmungslosen Sex hatten.Nun sind sie auf dem Weg nach Atlanta, um von dort aus nach Hilton Head weiterzufahren, wo sie. Although it was demeaning, I did, at least, get to savor it more than when he shot it right into my throat. In a while the doorbell rang. Carl told me to get it. As I went to walk, he grabbed me by the arm, and said, “You better make him believe you are a female. Keep that little cock of yours from getting out of your panties!” I nodded. I opened the door, and there was a somewhat chubby older white guy. Not very attractive. He seemed shocked when he saw me instead of Carl. I motioned for him. . you win." And so do you, I love guitarists!" With that she dropped her shorts and leaned back on the mixing console. Her shirt wasn't quite long enough so I could see her bald pussy.I stood up, my shorts still around my knees. My cock had softened a bit but the view woke him up again. I approached her slowly.Standing right in front of her, my growing cock slightly touching her shirt, she pulled my head down for a kiss - and what a kiss it was. She was really going for it. I tried to remember. Ana was loving the attention from those young black guys.We got back to the room and Ana was the first to take a quick shower. She dressed in the bathroom and walked out; she was wearing a jean skirt and a white blouse.Both black men whistled, telling her that she looked hot.I was tired and was the oldest guy there; so I was next to take a shower. As I was still inside the bathroom, I heard the guys laughing and I knew they were again teasing my lovely wife.Ana was telling them to stop…I.