Sierra agreed. They took their time, puttering eastward. Best Western hotels greeted them three evenings, before they entered Texas. Sierra, traveling...with friends, especially in her college days, had stayed in places several notches below a Best Western. This type of hotel was new to Sena, almost like camping out. On location, she had stayed in some rough places, but at least Sena had been waited on like royalty. Sierra Hamilton handled registration and brought in fast food. Sena floated. Nicole gasped as he sat up to kiss each cheek in turn. She heard his back thump back down, and his fingers slipped beneath the elastic band of her panties. He pulled her panties down slowly, revealing what little they hid inch by inch. Once they were stretched taut between her thighs, she gave a little wiggle, and he responded with an aroused chuckle. She straightened her legs, letting him continue to pull her panties down, and managed to kick her left foot out when they reached her ankles. He. Verslapt. En toch zet hij de stap tot tegen je poes. Zijn vreemde vinger glijdt tussen je kutlipjes en hij voelt dat je nat bent. Hij kan. De ogen van zijn vrienden en de ceremoniemeester en deze van het ganse publiek zijn op jullie gericht. Ook de mijne. Maar dat merk je niet eens. Je bent te gefocust op hem en dit moment. Hij duwt. Niet eens zo krachtig maar hij glijdt wel binnen. Dat kleine stukje in je waarmee neuken zo vaak begint. Ook nu, met hem. De eerste drie stoten tellen niet eens. We stare at the depth of the fire, apart, together.Nina comes into the room. She bears a tray with a bottle of wine and three glasses and sets it down on the table in front of the overstuffed couch catty corner to the Ottoman where I sit beside Sue. Nina is wearing a silk wrap around gown that barely reaches to the top of her thighs and that is translucent in the roar of the fire. Nina's light brown hair drops over this fine material and seems to be organic, pulsing in the light of the flames..