You thanked me for your drink and we exchanged a few pleasantries. Cool, but flirtatious. Hot, yet publicly acceptable. You turned back to the televis...on and we waited the decent interval . I could practically hear the clock tick. It was time. You thanked the bartender, cleared your check and came to your feet. I took a sip of my drink and smiled. Three short steps over to me. Your clutch purse opened. Then you slipped your room key into my jacket pocket, bent down and whispered your room. I heard she proudly disported them, wearing low cut dresses to show off the marks to her ladies-in-waiting. I frigged her for a while and then mounted her from behind. Having her massive bottom raised in the air was something like a threat. I felt if I slipped I might fall into the crack and disappear! But I also mentally apologised for being so rude. My ‘minders’ made a note to ask me later, I heard them.I opted not to suggest girl-on-top positions, I thought she might damage me. She didn’t. Guided by her hand I sat down onto what was obviously a bed and eventually I was lying between her legs and suckling once again at her. She let me work my tongue for her pleasure for a while then pulled me up to like beside her and she kissed me again and slipped her hand between my legs and began to finger my now wet pussy. Her thumb worked my clitoris. I could feel myself rising to the pleasure. ‘Wait, darling. Do not make Greta cross.’ She rolled away and a short while later returned,. You make my heart sing. You make everything groovy.” I reached over and stroked her chin as I mouthed the words. Again, she giggled softly. After exiting Route 33, when we were well into New Jersey, we stopped at a soda fountain and shared a root beer float. I went over to the jukebox and put on ‘Wild Thing.’ As the song started to play, I got behind Debbie and started to run my fingers through her long, blonde hair. “Wild Thing, I think I love you. But I want to know for sure.” As the song.