"Feels like you might just be able to," Sara said, as she licked her lips.I took her hand and we went to my room. Sara kissed me deeply on the lips. S...e took off her dress and asked if I could put it somewhere for her. I hung it in my closet. I saw she was not wearing panties. She looked down at her pretty pussy, then back at me and smiled."I planned for this Alex, you're in for a treat," she said, as she unhooked her bra. She grabbed my hands and put them on her breast. I started to massage. I suppose this became endearing and by the end of the second week she would seem to be relieved to see me, offering her a chance to take a break and relax for a moment. One day as I'm reaching for her garbage pail, she grabbed my biceps and said "not too bad" and laughed. I laughed and shook my head, thinking she was just messing with me (I'm very normal/average build) but couldn't help imagining in my 20 year old brain that this possible meaned something.The next night, she's the only person. It had excited me very much, because I was obsessed by the thought that her pussy might have had another guys cock in it (and that he was black made it, for me, all the more exciting and thrilling)!As I brought my face closer to Tara's pussy, that unmistakable scent of sperm (though mixed with her own juices) sent a wave of exhilaration through me, and my penis stiffened behind my slacks as I extended my tongue and gave her the first, tentative, lick; and as I did, the pungent aroma wafted. I was drenched. We hopped back on the pool, rinsed off. I never got her name, I never say her again. Memories.We had room service that night because David said I was too drunk to sit at a table. But not too drunk to go to a bar and sing karaoke. It must have been a riot. I don’t remember it at all. My dear husband said I did fine, but there was no way I could. Funny how beer does that to one. I staggered back to the room. Slept and was used not only by David, but by Pol. I was told I had a.