"I suppose," said Carl. "Do my weekly shopping, maybe have a pint ortwo, and see what crap the television companies have to offer us." You need to get...out more," said Alice."I could say the same about you," replied Carl."Don't blame Lucy. It's not her fault that its just me looking afterher. If that git hadn't dumped me, he would be looking after her now,and I might have more time to myself."Alice's baby daughter Lucy was 7 months old, and was lucky to havegrandparents who were willing to look. But apart from that, a hotel room has its own anonymity. You might have a dozen couples move in and out of a room, but as long as it is clean, no one will know. The hotel room has its dim, subdued lighting that makes you want to sit closer to each other, making it nearly as good as a candlelit dinner. There are the pristine white sheets, with the slight mustard or brown blankets that make you want to snuggle up when the too-powerful AC blasts away. The small TV in the corner that you can leave. ." "Sure! I'd be happy to! You know, if I can..." "Did I misunderstand you earlier, or did you allluded to thefact that you liked me? You know, as a guy?"Mary, having taken a moment to mull over her answer,thoughtfully replied, "no... you didn't misunderstand me atall... You see, Jeff, I like you! You know, as in: I like you alot! You know, as in: I think you're a great guy, but..." Okay! Here it comes!" a dishearten Jeff dejectedly scoffed."Would you just shut that pretty little trap of yours. I pull on your nipple with my lips, squeezing firmly as my fingers stab into you. “Cum for me, baby,” I whisper, “right now”. Your hand is clamped over your mouth, nostrils flared and eyes wide as though fighting some unseen assailant. I know I have you now and I rub my thumb over your clit hard, side to side. You thrust and buck, your whole body shaking as your pussy clamps down on my fingers and you shudder to your first orgasm of the evening. My fingers slide from you slowly and I lick your.