I can't remember the lady's name for real and so for the purpose of this true story I am calling the lady Barbara.I had been sent to America by my com...any to help fix a technical problem on some equipment. I was put up in a very decent hotel and spent many evenings on my own and eating alone.During one evening (a Thursday I believe) I wandered down to the bar as I was bored.At a table in the middle of the room were a group of middle aged American ladies drinking and playing Quarters. I had. I bit her lower lips and she bit my upper lips, and our kissing continued for about 5 minutes. We were really in a mood. She took a blanket out of her bag and we covered each other and lied down in the berth hugging each other. We kissed again and again each time more aggressive than the previous.And we were just out of control. She got hold of my hand and placed it on her breast. Wow! It was the first time I was touching a girl’s breast. I was always a boob lover, I have been fantasizing about. Setting the cheese cake on the counter, she opened a cupboard and took out a coffee mug. She was just finished filling it, when Alice appeared in the doorway, her finger hooked through the handle of an empty mug. “While you’re at it, do you mind giving me a refill?” Alice asked. “Not at all. While I fix our coffee, and slice the cake, you can go take the dust rag out of the piano,” Carla said, and gave Alice a big grin. Alice blushed, set the coffee mug down, and hurriedly left the room.. After about 15 minutes, Im totally dazed, and nearly passed out. He flips me on my back, and then pushes my knees way back behind my ears. Holding me by my ankles, he continues the relentless pounding of my young hole, slamming my head into the wall behind me. The sweat was dripping now from his overly bushy, and stinkin pits, as well as from his forehead, and down his back. His eyes were bloodshot, with the look of a crazed animal in them. In a few moments, finally he said “headed for home.