When we got back to Dan's house, I was begging to be ass-****d in the garage. We got to his bedroom where I threw myself onto the bed and hiked up my ...ress exposing my oiled ass-pussy to him. In one thrust, he pushed his manhood into my ass and began to fuck me like a rabid b**st. I was crushed between the bed and the force of his hips as he thrust his dick up into my well lubed guts. "You were such a fucking whore tonight." he moaned as he continued pumping any essence of masculinity I may. She knew how to fix everyone else, but maybe not herself. And she had her own yearning and desires. And in the briefest of seconds, in the time it takes for a page to turn, and rain to fall, she was naked. She wasn't Liz his psychologist. She was pretty Liz. She was a woman with dreams and hopes. And then it was gone. And she was composed. And back."See how easy that was Ray. You asked a question and I answered. Now I ask the question. You answer." I don't know how to say 'I don't know' without. After sometime, she told me that she wanted to sleep for sometime. She asked me to give her company and talk to her till she goes to sleep. While she was lying on bed, I sat in a chair. I was wearing shorts. I had my legs stretched on the bed. While she was talking to me, her eyes were getting closed as if she had alcohol. I understood that she was craving for it. As I never crossed my limits before, I did not want to proceed for it. She waited for me to make the first step. As I did not make. Alex thought how lonely she must be. The car pulled up out the front of the hotel and a fleet of porters lept on the luggage. Vicky, Alex and Mike headed to reception and did their respective checkins. Bidding each other farewell they headed up to their rooms.Alex and Mike had a room on the South Wing, it was a well appointed but small room, lucky it was a short stop over and the two nights flew by so quickly. In that time they had not seen Vicky again. Heading off to Changi for their flight.