The Black Stallion Inn is not its real name, of course, just what we dubbed it after what began a couple years back. In reality, it’s a simple but w...ll-maintained Motel 6 in rural Nebraska; truth in advertising laws being what they are, it should have at least been called Motel 12.Although we only stayed there four nights per year, we’d become friends with the owner, a nice middle-aged black man named Alvin Roberts. Big, gregarious and guest-friendly, we’d complimented him on how nicely he’d. She wriggled teasingly against it. Her hands glided up her legs and she asked aloud, "Do you like my fresh clean legs?" She didn't really expect an answer, but at just that moment a dollop of shampoo dropped from her hair onto her back just above the shampoo bottle. In her minds eye she felt Phil's thick cock dripping precum onto her back as she stroked her thighs. "I guess you do." She concluded. She squirmed in her seat as her hands stroked her thigh and made their way up to her breasts.. Betty and Sallie were sitting each on one of Pietro's legs trying to feed him, while Lisa had Amy sitting on her lap and was feeding her."It looks like your crew wants to be extra helpful today," Stan said amused to see his servants being served like little children.Susan cast a worried look at Stan and noticing it he said "Is everything ready for your wedding," he said this with a joyous smile."Are you okay," Susan asked nervously."Of course I'm okay; why on earth would I not be okay? My. Oh, there'd be more work, she knew. That wouldn't stop. Soon, she'd have to think about a successor product. But for now she could go back to working sensible hours."How about you, Denise?" she asked. Denise looked at her, unable to fathom her meaning. "I mean, will you be able to cut back to normal hours, now?" Oh, I wondered what you were thinking about. I expect so, but there'll always be the last minute calls, and the teleconferences. I'm surprised Ken didn't ask me to stay behind tonight,.