On the fourth day I rode under an interstate highway, so I decided to stop at a chain motel with high speed WiFi. The room price was twice what a Mom ...nd Paki motel would have been but I could use all the Internet I wished.I used the time to do some window shopping on line. I wasn't anywhere I planned to stay long enough to have a package delivered. So looking was all I could do at the moment. I had been drawing since I left home for New York. By the time I checked into the motel I had a. J.’ ‘We, Ma’am?’ She shook her head to clear it. ‘Yes, Simone and I. Simone Jackson. The three of us are friends.’ The man nodded his head, instantly understanding the bond the women held. ‘Yes, Ma’am. You said you had not heard from her in a few days. When was the last time?’ ‘Monday morning. Our husbands are in the Navy and they shipped out and I had a little brunch at our house that morning.’ ‘Yes, Ma’am. And your husband is?’ ‘Commander Daniel Monroe, officer.’ The man nodded, ‘Yes, Ma’am.. He knew he could probably just reach down and push Sylvia away, but at that moment it seemed like an impossible idea.Instead his eyes closed as erotic feelings of sensual pleasure began to shoot upward from his hotly trapped penis."I-I, we shouldn't be..." he began, knowing that Angela was watching, but then with an incoherent groan the young husband reached down to wrap his hands tightly in the thick lustrous halt that spilled over his loins, and with a jerk he pulled Sylvia's lips down. For a moment he just leaned back, his head resting on his headrest, and just watched me. Paul peered on as I pulled out the pin that kept the bun that sat atop of my head in place, letting my red wavy hair come loose cascading around my exposed shoulders, squinting his eyes in the sexy way that he does, he watched me slide my skirt up around my waist, showing him that I wasn’t wearing any panties. He couldn’t hide his excitement; the bulge in his Hugo Boss slacks wouldn’t --- couldnt let him;.