Dale is kind of an ordinary guy. I’d never notice him if he walked in a room. He would contribute to a conversation but was otherwise kind of quiet ...ost of the time. We went to Houston with the intention of staying in a hotel near The Woodlands area where Dale and his wife, Julie, lived. Neither my husband nor I had ever met Julie although she’s a little older than Dale by maybe 7 or 8 years which would put her about 55 years old. The first night we spent in the hotel, we had a nice dinner. Her objective was to finish typing several letters, then, if time allowed, get started on some necessary filing. The offices would not reopen until the following Wednesday and she did not want to face a mountain of work when she returned. She had gotten through the typing and had started to file, completely forgetting that Maxwell was still in his office. There had not been a repeat of their closeness and she had started to relax. It was nearly six when Maxwell had emerged. They had both given. I moved my right hand on her boobs and felt those amazing melons she gave a slight moan and removed my hand. Not here. Let’s go to room and pushed me. We headed back hotel. While going we kissed and fondled each other.She placed her hand on my dick and said “Rocky, it’s really rock hard. I have to do something. She tried to open zip. But i stopped her and said. Don’t do it. In this traffic any one can see and will be a problem. As soon as we reached hotel room, she locked and hugged me. We both. She wore a white loose t-shirt, and had a nice apple ass that was given quite its shape in her green tight jeans. Her legs were fairly thin but she still could pass as a runner. The document had been laid down on the desk in her bedroom.They stacked. She sighed knowing it wasn’t going to be fun trying to learn and sort through all of these. She walked out of the room getting herself a cup of coffee. It was already going to be a long night. She knew it.She walked back in to see one file already.