It was obvious that Gerald was fucking her doggy style in the back seat and intended to pull out and come on her luscious curvy size 5 arch wrapped in...those sheer dark suntan pantyhose. I took them to my bedroom and spent most of the night adding cum to her pantyhose and sniffing the fresh scents of sex. The following Sunday would be interesting. Gerald was a married man and held a position not only in the church, but in our small town as well. I had already spilled so much cum over those sex. As soon as we were done, I immediately stood up and she followed suit within a second. ‘Let’s go!’ I said, reaching out my right hand to her. She took my hand and I walked her out to my car with our fingers interlocked. There were several motels less than a mile away, so it would be no problem getting to one of them before the weed took enough affect to hurt my driving. I got us a room at a Motel 6 and as soon as we were in the room, Anita stripped exactly the way she did in my living room four. I couldn’t move, I wanted to run but something kept me frozen in that spot. Mrs. Jones finally got to her wobbly feet and a stream of fluid poured from her anus and vagina. She stood and wrapped her self in the small red robe that she had left laying across the sofa and made her way shakily across the room to unlock the door that I was standing at. “What the hell are you doing, what do you want?” She shouted at me angrily “I’m, I’m sorry” I stuttered “I was just dropping of a package of yours”. Sighing, Myre followed after the woman, and pulled Leya along, who was still dumbstruck by the lack of tracks behind them. Myre secretly wished that the vegetation would part for them as they walked. That would make it much easier to walk through the woods.They carried on their way for quite some time. The woman’s movement seemed almost whimsical, as she would skip from place to place, then abruptly change directions. Over time, Leya noticed something odd. The woman seemed to dart around the.