"Did I stutter?" she asks.I grab the bag and we get out of her car. We walk around the side of the building and I notice that we're at some downtown h...tel, one of those ratty places you might take a prostitute or do a d**g deal.There are people hanging out on the balcony above us and even more further down on the balcony above that. I'm not racist, but they didn't seem like anyone I'd want to hang out with.My wife, she produces a key card and lets us inside. The room is old, the carpet orange. “Nice ass you are really a great piece manju my son shjould have never left you,” saying so he began licking my back sending waves after waves of pleasure throughout my body while his hands were busyt rmoving my panties and then he inserted one finger in my chut to check if I was wet enough.“Papa take me like a bitch,” i said and hid my face in sofa.“Glad to” he said and made me sit on my knees holding the sofa. Then he raised the bunch of my saree and eptticoat and pushed it to my stomach.. The new one was constantly amazing me. We had lunch at a local pub and returned home about 3p.m. We sat for a while before Jo and Linda went upstairs to change. “Alan, in my handbag you’ll find a large tube of lubricant, please get it and put it on the table, I suspect we’ll need it.” I found the lube in a bag in Linda’s handbag along with the receipt. It was dated ten days ago, she must have been planning this since the day we came back from the trip. The girls came into the lounge. Linda was. " He knelt back on his heels, his thighs spread wide and his erect cock throbbingbetween them. Moving behind him she leaned down, gently stroked her hands downthe sides of his arms. He relaxed and inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweetintoxicating scent of her feminine arousal combined with that of the leather.Gently, she pulled his hands behind his back. He felt her wet and warm tongueslowly licking the side of his neck. Closing his eyes he heard himself moaningwith primal pleasure - pleasure.