"I'm sorry it isn't larger. It's where I sleep most of the time."Oh, please, it's fine, but I don't want to take your room." No, no, it's all right. I...will sleep with Elijah. I haven't done that in a while."Ellen started to leave."Must you go?" asked Miranda, I'd like some company."The young wife smiled slightly."That would be nice. Let me get Elijah to bed and I'll bring up some tea. We can talk then."She left quietly.Miranda washed and lay down on the bed, her mind racing. She had already. I thought your apartment was nice.” Jennifer gasped. The hotel room was very elegant. We were on the 70’Th floor and had an outstanding view of the city skyline. I could see our bags sitting on the bed.“Like it?” I asked.“Love it.” She replied, pushing her mouth against mine. We kissed softly for a while and then more intently. Finally, Jennifer was attacking my mouth and we were both pawing at our clothes. Jennifer pushed me backwards and I ended up on the couch. She reached down and unzipped. She seemed curious at the word 'present' and began to rock her chairwith excitement. He fumbled behind him trying to pick up the plastic bagbefore he realised he had left it in the car."Crap. Wait here sis." Sure," she said with sarcasm.He ran back to the car, he struggled trying to open the car door, allthe while feeling the bite of the cold on his numb fingertips. He hearda shout pierce the air from the other side of the street."Yo, yo, Ryan. Soup mah boyee."'Ryan bowed his head exasperated. The two of them were visitng from the east coast, and had been enjoying the day spread out on the neighbour’s lawn in the summer sun. Both were atractive to me, and I had glanced over more than once while working, admiring the view so to speak.Had they seen me ogling them? They couldn’t have, could they? Or maybe, and they enjoyed the attention... as these thoughts and the images of the two of them on the lawn raced through my head, I could feel my dick swelling in my shorts. I put my hand over.