I had to stretch my legs so I could make some room for my growing cock. I admit. I was turned on. But I didn't want to ruin the view so I kept my sile...ce.After a few minutes of kissing they grabbed their luggage and put it under the beds. It appeared they would be sleeping on the lower ones. Now I could see the length of their hair. It came almost to their buts. When they bend down I had a perfect view on their backs. The black hair covering them until it slowly started to slide to the sides.. She then started kissing me everywhere. When she got to my cock i warned her that i couldn’t last long. She gave it one loving lick with her tongue and kissed the head of my dick.Kissing her and feeling her hot, soft body next to mine brought me back to hardness quickly.“sam, please! I want your cock in me, please.”“i always thought i had the sexiest bhabi around, now i am going to fuck that sexy body of yours. I have always dreamed about it”. I told her.“but i want to fuck your tits first?” i. So I whipped out my nine inches and started to beat off just watchin him. For the next few minutes we just jacked off in front of each other and showed off our bodies. I'm not built like this guy but I'm in shape too. He was really showin off too. Holding his black dick at a few angles and flexin and shit. Finally he looks at me and points to his door. I'm not sure what he meant so I shook my head. He points again and then pointed at me to come over. Like a bat out of hell I was in his booth in. I had no sense that when he did something he had to be the best. He just seemed to want what he did to be effective. If it didn't work, he would try something else.So if he didn't need to excel, it had to be something else. Did he feel the additional preparation made him more able to improvise? Did it have anything to do with performance at all? I'd never seen him attempt anything he couldn't accomplish.Then I thought back to something he had said at Thanksgiving: I, in particular, have been.