She stops moving up and down, and allows him to take control of the rhythm. Faster he moves, pounding her breasts with his thrusts. He is fucking her ...its just like he would fuck her pussy, except he has the glorious view of his dick sliding in and out from between her soft pillows. She bends her head over. It is not really comfortable, but it allows her to stick her tongue out and flick the mushroom at the top of each stroke. She can’t hold the position long, the strain on her neck is not very. I love dressing too."We talked for a while, he like myself was on business and staying for afew days. "Doing anything later?" he casually asked."Hmm no," I stammered, was I being picked up? "So what's your room number and I'll pop round," he said.I gave him my number want else was I to do he had just given me a glassof very nice wine, mind you the rest of the conversation was a bluruntil we left with him saying he would see me in an hour, "Dress casualor!!!" I went to my room wondering what to. “Yes'm. I promised myself I would stop drinking Mountain Dew and that I'd give someone a dollar every time I do, and here I am about to buy a Mountain Dew, so here's your dollar.” He held out a worn green bill.“What? I really don't understand.” Patricia looked at him, realizing he was younger than she'd thought. Maybe 26 or so. Kind of like Ashton Kucher from “That Seventies Show.” Only better looking, more rugged, a five-o'clock shadow, a real, slightly uneven tan-not the groomed,. .The club was just starting to get under way for the night. We spotted a free standing bar with three bar stools. This let us get a good view of what was going on in the club . We had a third drink by now. There was a small stage with a pole that gave girls a place to dance to the music. For the most part there were no limitations to what they could do on the stage. A guy came walking by and ask if he could sit on the third stool we had. Don't remember who, but one of us said sure. I was.