..he was coming up! I got a note ready and when he knocked, I slid it under the door. My note said," I'm not a real woman, but am a sissy crossdresser... If you knock again, I will open the door. His knock was immediate, and so I did.This man was probably near 60, pot bellied, and bald. I thought he looked a bit like the cartoon character of Bill on King of the Hill. We chatted a bit and he was very nervous. He said his wife had died 6 yrs back and he hadn't had any sex at all since then. And. ” Her husband hit the button on the dash, popping the trunk open, and then climbed out. He went around to the back as Brenda fumbled alive and climbed out. She grabbed her needlepoint bag and a handbag from the back seat, along with a beach bag. Frank pulled a mid-sized suitcase and a hanging bag from the trunk and handed both to a bellman, and then led his wife to the lobby. A valet drove off in his Toyota.By the time they had checked in and been taken to their room it was just after four.. Despite myself, a minor smirk crossed my jowls. “You better believe it. I’m poking her like a pin cushion and she fucks like a freight train. Trust me, once you mount and knot a bitch, human cock just never satisfies them again.”I don’t know...” I pondered, turning an appreciative gaze up at Megan. She was a petite brunette, her hair tied back in a pony tail, with stubborn, errant strands making their escape. Meg wasn’t much for being fussy about her appearance, but she still managed to pull. When I came to first the ringing in my ears subsided and I could hear the hum of the lights. Then I heard a slurp. My mind pulled back into my head from it's floating and I felt my skin again. My body felt heavy and exhausted, the after effects of my extreme rush of pleasure.I snapped out further, now fully aware of myself, but my eyes were closed. Wait . .. . was she . . . she was. . . she was still sucking me. I don't think she ever stopped. She took my cum into her mouth and into her tummy.