”“Please hold me, boy. Tight.”“Don’t cry now, Girl. It’s not bad, it’s good.”“Oh, Cully, I don’t know about you.”“You and Tomm... are hot, Girl.” I whispered into her ear as we clutched.“I liked you watching how hot we are. The room felt warm and loving with you there, Cully.”“I’ll be back in there, sweetheart. I just need some rest. You guys go like a pair of dynamos.”We both broke out in gentle laughter as we separated. Thank heavens she hadn’t started crying. Though her brow had furrowed. I spent all of Friday evening cleaning my house, doing my laundry and paying my bills on line. I was getting things done early so that I'd be ready to leave at first light and make my way north to Santa Barbara. It was a three hour drive up there but I'd fallen in love with the area when I was in college and had visited the area on several occasions with my roommate who had been raised there. I'd made reservations for one night at a motel just off the beach and planned to stay until Sunday. When I tweaked her nipples, she moaned, "God, Marcie, you have got me so fucking hot. I want you to eat my pussy now."I helped her up onto the vanity, Holly slid back enough so her feet would be on the counter. She spread her legs and I took some very closeup pictures of her cunt. Holly has a perfect looking pussy. I wished I had such a good looking cunt. I slipped my finger into her wetness and took pictures. These pictures were mine to keep, not turn my husband on with. I spread her pussy. The beach bum crowd would buy them for a quick fix and a possible babe magnet. That whole mentality of I am what I drive never impressed me and I sound exactly like a snob.My horny bosses never used any particular car as a babe magnet though. They just drove to their favorite bars and talked a good line. When they found an “easy” lady they liked they would bring her back to the lot and introduce her to the other partner after trying her out in a rented room they kept in the back streets of.