Sensing my difficulty, manjula moved closer to me until my stretched out tongue touched the pussy lips, and in spite of sitting on my chest she had no... put her complete weight on me but was resting her weight on her knees and foot otherwise I would have suffocated due to weight.She now held my head with her hands and pushed my face against her crotch and said “come on you hungry bitch, lick my cunt and eat my pussy now, if you be a good girl and satisfy me, you can drink my milk from my. Waistcoat, check. Trousers … No check. You know that feeling you get where it feels like your stomach is sinking through the floor but the contents feel like they might rise upwards all at the same time? Yep. That's the one. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Double check the suitbag. Double check the case. I ran out to the car. No trousers. I looked at my watch. 10:45. I only have to get to a shop. Ideally just trousers. I didn't particularly need a whole new suit. Dammit. I ran back to reception. Night clerk. Countless times I mentally replayed the fantasy of driving my tongue into her wet, hot, moist channel. I could almost taste her pungent sex juices. I will never forget the times when she would give me a casual hug or a little kiss as I left to run an errand. That brief moment of affection would cause my ten-inch cock to stiffen up so that it felt like I had a baseball bat in my pants. I'm sure that in our brief embraces that Janice must have felt the outline of my hardon through our fabric. She frowned as she thought it was that they were over, and sat up slowly as she heard Tory scream back ‘Fine, Nick. It is over then. I am getting the fuck out of here!’ Lauren heard the door slam, and she looked at her bedroom door as she listened to the quiet that took over the apartment. She brought her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them, letting her chestnut curls rest on her shoulder as she continued to listen. She wondered if she should go to him, and sighed again. Lauren stood.