‘Sorry sir, there seems to have been an error.’ The receptionist calmly told him. John stood in the motel with snow melting on his shoulders with ...is holdall and briefcase beside him. ‘You’re not booked in here it seems. They moved you to the new motel. Did you not get our call to your mobile?’ ‘What call. Did I bloody hell as like get your call.’ ‘Oh I’m so sorry. The motel you want is in Hazelbottom, just a few miles up the road.’ The receptionist, seemingly unconcerned, pointed in the. ”She took them without a glance or a sniff at them. Her eyes were fixed on his.“Thank you, my Terry. Thank you, thank you!”Her lips found his again, warm lips, soft lips. “I love you.”She reluctantly stood back to let him in and closed the door behind him. She led him into the kitchen.Terry was greeted warmly by both Robinses and gave them both their presents.“Such generosity merits a reward,” said Stephen.“Pompous idiot!” interjected Anthea with a wide smile.Stephen stuck the tip of his tongue. My fingers enclosed around his shaft, feeling how smooth he was. He twitched against my touch, confirming he was happy with my exploration. I took in more specifics from downstairs. His shaft felt slightly thinner than mine but he had a slight upward curve that my thick straight cock lacked. I began to stroke him slowly. Up... Down... Up... Down... Up... Before squeezing the end and pulling his tight foreskin back, over his head, down the shaft. And no wonder it was tight. I had never seen. .. not something she was all that used to ... but nice.When lunch rolled around, they went to a café. A nice place that still offered the privacy of booth seating as well as table service. After all he wanted a bit of privacy. After they put in drink orders and the waitress left he opened up his menu, glanced at it but let his attention ride up to Kimber. It was obvious that Maeson didn’t just have the meal in mind ‘cause he had a glint in his eye. “Pull your skirt up, spread your legs, and put.