My hands moved from her shoulders, moving down the e insides of her arms between her arms and her breasts. Neither one of us said a word. It seemed li...e a big dream the attention I was giving her neck was more than sufficient. Her slight moans and gasps of breath told me that she wanted it as bad as I did. So I moved my hands across the front of her neck, up to her chin. As my right hand moved down t her breasts, the other hand held her head back towards me. She was leaning against me. So for our first sex session, we met at a hotel on a Saturday evening. She got to the room first and decided to surprise me at the door. When I arrived, she met me at the door naked and with a blow job. I didn’t even make it in the room and she had my cock out and half way down her throat. She literally blew me with the door open for about three minutes. Finally, she let me in the room and allowed me to remove my clothes. When I put my keys and wallet on the night stand, I noticed she had. .." Shhhh." Diane put her finger to my lips. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. Just come over here to the sofa and relax."I did as she asked, with the tears still flowing down my cheeks. For the longest time, neither of us said a word. Diane wrapped her arms around me, and we locked each other in a loving embrace. Part of me loved it, but another part thought of this as some sort of torture, feeling that nothing could happen between Diane and I and that this goddess of a woman was. We both showered and I changed then at about 7.20 I set off to the restaurant bar. The lads were due about 8.00. In the bar I ordered a tonic water and a tea. At a couple of minutes to 8.00 I walked the short distance to the reception area and found Mank’s and Bamba waiting and talking to a porter who was challenging them for being there.I was introduced as Manka’s “boss” then we we’re immediately left to go on.We walked through the complex and chatted, interpreting each others accents and.