I did not pack a pajama.By four p.m., we were on the Beltway. Progress was slow until we exited onto Route 50, heading for the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. ...nce across the Bay, we followed Route 50 until we reached Cambridge where I had booked us a room in a bed and breakfast for the weekend. The Blackwater Inn was a stout building on Bellevue Ave, with a balcony around the second floor and a porch to surround the entire ground floor. There was a view of the Bay and of the bridge across Choptank. As he guided his dick he said, take a deep breath. I pressed my face against the mattress to cover my scream. That's it baby, he said. The hard part is over. He stayed motionless for a minute, then inched his way deeper in me. My insides felt like they were being filled, but the pain was replaced with pleasure. Pressing his groin against my butt Tom asked how I was doing. My heart was pounding and I couldn't catch my breath. Slowly he pulled back till just the head of his dick was in me.. We moved together like this for a little while, keeping our movements small so as not to draw attention to ourselves. We were surrounded by others in this tiny space. I was getting so turned on, my pussy was dripping wet. I slowly moved my hand round behind me, and let me fingers brush against his bulging cock, bursting to get out the small shorts he was wearing. We still hadn't even made eye contact, let alone spoken to each other, but the chemistry between us felt electric. We were standing. He was pleased and said that Brian would really enjoy it if I fancied doing it again and that he would tell me what to do if I had any doubts.Brian got there in only about quarter of an hour and joined us in the back room, he was about Tom's age, late fifties, a bit taller and heavier. He seemed nervous but we chatted for a bit and he relaxed, sitting on the sofa. I'd put my tee shirt and pants back on by then and went over to the sofa and kneel between Brian's knees. Taking this as a cue, he.