Becky was also coming over her objections over Devlin's fantasy. She knewthat she was taking to heart what they both would had known in advancewas not...meant by the words and actions. Devlin not bringing up thesubject after that chat, made Becky think more about going ahead withdoing so. Having no pressure put on her, made her come to terms it sinceit would only be words and during that time pleasing each other tototally deconstruct the meaning of those words. To see what was reallygoing on. "This was the weekend, but I had Rachel's cellphone number, so I decided to call her before something made me forget. It rang for the maximum number of times before I got switched to the answering device. "Rachel, this is Bill Watkins. Something serious has just happened. Somebody has tried to murder me and make it look like a drive-by shooting. No, I did not call the cops. I tell you why when we can talk privately. Please call me back at either my home or my cellphone number. I'm waiting for. He'll join us shortly.I cannot help but wonder if anyone else notices how Ali reeks of sex as we walk to the elevator. Once inside I cannot keep my hands off her. I fumble for her, as yet unseen, breasts, pulling fdown the top of her dress, taking them out to examine the sensitivity of her nipples. I immediately begin kissing and licking around her aureola and hear her moans of pleasure. I do not even bother to cover her up as we scurry from the elevator to the room. My hands. "It's just a quick week of getting away. Just relaxation and laying around doing nothing." That sounds great! When do we leave?" Her enthusiasm at the prospect of going now had my cock at full attention and straining to break out. I hoped to god that she wouldn't notice as I adjusted my sitting position to help alleviate the pressure."On Wednesday," I told her trying to keep a steady voice. "I'll call and see if there is another seat on my flight."Well, short version is that there was a seat.