..”Phillip was interrupted by the suite’s door chimes.Dessie jumped to her feet. “Oh, I hope that’s our delivery,” she gushed as she hurried...over to check the security camera. A second later, she snatched the door open to find the concierge standing there smiling, along with two porters and a delivery person. One porter was pushing a cart piled high with equipment while the delivery person and the other porter had their arms full of boxes.“The articles you purchased at the sporting goods store. I close in and place my hand on your hip as to guide you to my room, and to be able to feel you. We get to the room, and I open the door and this time slide my hand off your hip to your ass to gently push you in the door, and you smile a little as I do this. In the room, you notice it has a mini kitchen, a little sitting area with a table, a living area with a couch and then a separate bedroom. I take your coat and hang it in the closet with mine, and ask if you want more coffee or something. “The way Gwen explained it, that’s actually a conclusive fact according to Illinois law. I could challenge it, and the DNA test would help, but being named on the birth certificate, like a child being born when you’re married, is considered conclusive proof of parenthood. That would put the onus on me to prove I’m not the father. Which the DNA test would help do.”“Wow,” Josie said.“Imagine how it was back before DNA tests,” I said. “Then it was blood-typing. And that only knocks out about 30%. She took his dick and put it in the right place, and felt him spreading her vagina wide enough to slide inside of her. It felt marvelous. Her whole body quivered with the feeling. He supported himself on his hands, her knees around his elbows, and slowly slid inside if her. He began to pump into her, gradually picking up the pace. She was swirling her hips to match him as in and out he went. She began to cum. Over and over, one spasm after the other, time and time, again. "OH MY! OH MY! KEEP.