The boys had almost all of the tack strips removed. He expected them to say something to coordinate their efforts, but they worked seamlessly without ...xchanging a single word. They’d remove a couple of strips, then pull the sheet to the next section, and get back to work with the pry bars. He watched wondering what they would do when they finished the room. All they did was drag the sheet into a room that had been swept and start back to work.The girls came out of the last bedroom, one carrying. I did everything that I have wanted to do since we have met 25 years ago. She even let me photograph her in the nude. Those pics are my prized possessions now. But the next time it was back to normal. So I had to get her drunk to have a really good time, hence the neglecting part. We do not drink that often. A Month ago when she got back from work she said to me that she was dripping like a peculator. I asked her why and she told me that there is a guy working with her that can not keep his. She returned quickly. “Are you going to show me a few things or not?” He pushed her against the wall and they kissed like lovers; heavy passionate kisses, fast, eager and hungry for each other. He snaked a hand around her back and pulled her tighter to him. She let herself move to him and pressed herself against him, grinding their bodies together. He had one hand in the thick of her hair and another down the back of her tights cupping her young firm bum. Her hands were gliding over his back. Now, he was in town and Darius was on his way to fuck his first femboi.When Darius arrived at the hotel, he sent another message asking for the room number. The sissy opened the door wearing a pair of red stilettos, leopard print leggings, and an orange tank top.“Hey, daddy! Come on in,” the faggot purred.“Damn! I can’t believe it. You’re really here,” Darius confessed.“Did you not think I would really come?”“I believed it. You look even hotter in person.”“Thanks! So do you!”“You already got me.