" She gushed. The Chef smiled again. " Oui , I know it, of course.Here is your card." He held out a small piece of colored plastic and Melaniesteppe... forward to take it. As she raised her arms upward the waiter and thebody builder suddenly grabbed each limb, holding tightly to it. "What the…" she started to say. The Chef leaned forward, pullinga large white napkin from his jacket and crammed it into Melanie's mouth. Hereyes went wide and she aimed a solid kick at the white clad Chef, but it. “don’t you want to meet him?” while saying this words I dragged her left hand and placed it on top of my zipper. She giggled and started pressing around and said, “ I see! He is already very excited to meet me.” “for sure, don’t you wanna set him free, he is in pain now.” I added as we started smooching again, she slowly worked her magic and all the barriers fell apart. I let out a deep warm sigh in her ears. Her small warm hand now freed my dick and playing with it by pulling the skin up down.. We pulled up to the valet and went inside to the front desk. We asked, "What's your best suite available?" The clerk said, "The Honeymoon suite." We said we'd take it. We walked over to the lobby bar. The bar is very burnished with red leather booths, small tables with little lamps on them, a gleaming mahogany bar, softly glowing mirrors displaying their liquors and a gleaming marble floor. The red walls had a number of old English Hogarth prints on them. We picked a booth with some privacy. I just caught a glimpse of it. A line of fluid, my sperm, was leaking out of her pussy and slowly running down the inside of her thigh.As Mom walked towards the master bathroom I jumped out of bed to follow her. It would be fun to take a shower with her. Maybe she would do it with me again. As we walked through the bathroom to back where the shower was Mom saw me in the mirror following her. She turned and asked, “Where are you going?”“You said we should take a shower”.“You have your own.