After checking in, the manager tells me the restaurant is open till ten, offering all home cooked meals. The room is sparse: a bed, small chest of dra...ers and the television that must have come off the ark, but it does work. My shower helps revive me and now my stomach is really growling. The restaurant is not much bigger than a home kitchen. It has three tables with four chairs each. The menu is a sheet of foolscap, hand written. It has two items: pork chops with applesauce and Salisbury. The salesgirl gave me a discount and I was thankful to her.Me: Thank you for the discount, but why did you use your staff discount for us?Salesgirl: Sir you have made me really horny sir. You need to satisfy me as well.Me: But I am with her at this moment. I am going on a trip with her.Salesgirl: No worries sir, take my number and contact me after your trip. I will be waiting.Me: Okay, I will see.After paying the bill I went to the car parking with my aunt and started the car to go back. " IITo my surprise she seemed to do everything she could to please me, even gripping her hands around my back to keep me balanced on her writhing body. Even when I rammed my cock hard between her legs, deliberately being as rough as I could, she didn't say a word. I bit viciously into her nipples, pleased at the way it made her rock back her head, but she didn't even murmur for me to stop, or cry out for clemency. When I shot my load deep into her pussy I felt her body monetarily tense every. "Jesus, Sven that's fucking cold, get it OUT!" was the request, but I couldn't - it really had gone right inside Sam's cunt.I think she began to orgasm at that point. Whatever! The contractions began to squeeze some of the now not quite so cold fudge out.I ate it.The flavour was different, but really not unpleasant.She excreted more - I ate that as well - by this time it was melting and the mess was quickly becoming quite fascinating, redolent of junior school and mud pies.A vaginal fart.