After a few more passionate thrusts I tried to push Brad away. "I can't take it all Brad," tears from my effort were streaming down my face but my dic... was still hard as ever. "Don't talk. Your mouth is only good for one thing," Brad barked. "I think you just need a bit more inspiration. Some men don't recognize themselves as a cocksucker until they see it for themselves." Brad then grabbed me under the arms and lifted me off the grounds. Brad was a much stronger man then I was and he was. ” I said smiling.“She seems to think you took her to heaven, so maybe you are? No? My Name is … call me Lana. I am sure she told you how mean and hateful I am!” She shot Paula a sharp look. Paula stuck her tongue out at the older woman. She shook her head and looking back at me said, “See how insolent she is. I have to be mean!”“I don’t see you as mean. Protective, maybe, beautiful? Oh very much so, just as she said you were. But I would not call you mean.” I smiled and sipped my. Relaxing slightly, and catching his breath, Dylan adjusted his eyes to the hotel room. It was light outside and the clock on the night table said it was just after nine. He flopped backwards into the pillows, damp from his nightmare. He stayed this way for a few moments, deciding what today was going to bring. Or not bring. He had no plan, no schedule, no one to answer to. He liked that. Sighing he sat up, pulled off the covers and padded to the large bathroom, turning on the shower. He striped. This put me eye level with Christine’s waist, and more importantly, her larger-than-normal-clit that was tucked into her sheer tap pants below her teddy.“Stop starring” Christine said, as she leaned down and swatted my bare ass. “it’s not polite to stare at a woman’s girly parts.”After three more swats on my naked rear, Christine reached around front and wrapped her painted fingers around my now-hard cock.“Perhaps I should do something about this before Ms. Connie gets home” Christine added.