I slowly dropped to my knees and with my hand I reached into the open fly of his boxers and took his swollen man hood out I began by rubbing him all o...er my face against my cheeks and chin running him across my lips which I ever so slightly opened so I could lick him as I passed his swollen cock across my lips I took the tip and licked long and slow across it circling it and teasing it with my tongue I slowly began to stroke him listening to him enjoy the touch of my hand up and down his rigid. The upper bunk was a little lower than I would have liked, but I was able to stay mostly upright. Nashville’s dick was bigger than mine though not bigger than the dong I used at home. I lifted myself up which meant bending my back forward slightly, and positioned myself above his cock. Up to this point, I assumed that Nashville only wanted to fuck me because I had long hair and in certain positions he could imagine that I was a woman. My arousal came not from Nashville himself, but rather from. Mrs. Palomini knew how to suck. It wasn't those reluctant head bobs along my cock that I received from my wife ages ago. She wasn't going through the motions of moving her mouth along the shaft. She sucked. And she sucked hard.Immediately engulfed between her cheeks, I could feel the suction as if she wanted to pull my organ from its base with just her inhale. Her head rotated with each descent and withdrawal, creating circular twists of her lips around my rod. Her tongue flicked wildly. I suppose I was too tired to fight and just let it all happen. Since then, I had taken stock of my life and knew that when the right woman came along, I would mend my ways – family was the most important thing in my life right now and here I was with a ready made one in my grasp. Back to that evening – as we stood hugging outside the restaurant, we happened to glance at the same time across the street. There stood a small intimate hotel that had only recently been opened. We looked at each.