She rushes in, washes her face, gets some fresh clothes on and goes to retrieve the rest of her baggage. Once she has all her bags, she goes through c...stoms and starts looking for him, knowing how he will smell, how good she will feel, once she is in his arms.Finding him right away, her smile gets wider, and her body trembles with excitement. Her feet have a mind of their own and take off in a run to greet him. Reaching him, she is unsure of whether to kiss or hug or run her hands all over him. She was flanked on the couch by a man and a woman, both of whom appeared to be asleep, but she was turned so that she could speak directly into the ear of the man, who was sprawled to her left, his head leaning on the couch’s back. She spoke in a low tone, so as not to overpower his ear, but which was easily heard by everyone around them.“Once again, Gene. Tell me again how you will feel about your wife.”“Must ... protect her!” he said almost frantically, as if he’d just realized something. Feathery lashings against a hungry clit was the way Moana would introduce her ladies to their first orgasm with her.If her newly enthusiastic conquest was willing, the session would include wet, slippery and dirty fucking. She loved all of the words for it: tribbing, frottage, humping. One of her favorites was with a woman who had a generous bottom and a bottle of oil. The way her butt gave way and filled her horny slit as she rubbed against her queen...mmmm. That one felt a little guilty about. 45 caliber inside a pink hued holster right next to her right tit.That confirmed the fact she must be a southpaw as far as I was concerned.I speculated that from the glint in her eye she used only dum-dums and might even have the things blessed by a Sangria priest spitting out the red spray from a recently murdered chicken.She was talking Spanish so fast that it sounded like machine gun fire interlocked on target of opportunity and right in her sights.Her name was Delores and I wondered if she.