You know you want to, and my cunt is burning up with the thought of your hot piss on my naked skin and your sweet, sweet come on my face. Can we do ...t early? Please? Saturday is too late. I’ve got plans for Saturday, too. Once the four of us get settled in the motel room, I want to get down between your wife’s thighs to savor more of her luscious juices. I want to jerk on my husband’s cock while you fuck his eager ass. Get my husband good and hot and then I can bathe in his. He is strong and heavy when compared to her. She looked petit beside him. I can only imagine how happy she might be on the bed with such a man. Every day in the morning, she takes a bath in the bathroom that is within the compound of the house but not attached to the rooms.She walks from the bathroom to inside of the house in a wet towel. It sticks to her body and covers her from just near her cleavage till below her thick thighs.I used to wake up early just to watch her walk in that towel from. Still he gave an admirable performance causing Jess to cry out more than once as he sated her.“Thank you very much Gentlemen,” he said as he wiped his cock on a tray cloth, “Is there anything else I can get you.”“Bloody pistol to run Bloody Bunty through with.” someone suggested.“Shoot, running through is required of a gun,” someone surmosed drunkenly,“Why bother sirs, just kick him off the balcony, we are after all on the fourth floor.” the Clerk suggested.“You can come in now Bunty,” some. But that had been years ago, and I had been retired for four years with very little drinking since then, so I got drunk ... fast. The more that I drank, the drunker I got until eventually I started to remember things ... things that I didn’t want to remember and had been told to forget by someone, but I couldn’t remember who.At first it was just words; words in a language that I didn’t understand. As I got drunker, flashes of pictures appeared, but I wasn’t sure if I was seeing them, or if they.