A surprise, I say. But I have only one request of you – bring your wet panties with you. I wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Then I look out the win...ow and see you in the parking lot. Nobody else is here yet, and I go downstairs and let you in the building. I lead you in a hurried fashion upstairs. There is not much time before other staff arrive for work. I shepherd you into my office and lock the door behind us. I ask to see your wet panties. You retrieve them from a plastic grocery bag and. Jase also saw a door in that side wall with an outside stairway leading down to the alley, The foot of the stairs was a few feet from the boardwalk that ran along the side of the street in front of the hotel. Jase made sure this side door was securely locked and angled the back of one of the chairs into it under the door knob. Once he returned to the room for the night, Jase would angle the back of the other chair under the hall door for insurance there also.Jase still had his horses to look. Apparently, Brenda knew the truth behind our marriages, but she and mum had become close friends, and the elderly lady had cried with joy when mum asked if she would give her away.Alf Jones was my best man, a fact which made him glow with pride and Garry's cousin John was his. Everybody from the factory was there, Susan and Agnes sniffing behind their handkerchiefs, but with good cause. The girls looked stunning in their identical white wedding dresses, although the vicar had tried to tell mum. Deborah felt herself falling backwards and tensed. "Don't drop me!"Martin took one hand off her arse and held it out to brace himself when they dropped. Half a metre off the bed, he let himself fall forward and Deborah fell back onto the bed, Martin – joined to her – coming down on top of her."Ugggghhh!" she exclaimed as his weight pushed her into the mattress."You okay? He asked, concerned."Yeah, just took my breath away. My God, I can't believe that you're still in me." I sure am, and I'm not.