Before long the two women were embracing and crying and saying how much they loved one another and each was telling the other how lovely she was ("lov...ly" was definitely the key word that morning), and things got so thoroughly girly that I was, I ought to be ashamed to say, glad to slip away and leave them to it while I went downstairs for a fuck.Several fucks, as it turned out. I was conscious that time was passing and soon I should have to give up my temporary occupation of George's house.. Knocking on the door I was greeted by a slightly balding man in his late 40’s with a bit of a Cockney accent, “Hello mate, you must be here for the room, come on in”. I followed him into the front room and it was nice to see the house was as clean on the inside as it was on the outside. He introduced himself as Mr Johnson but said I should call him Pete, and then went off to call his missus as he said this was her idea and best she dealt with it. I’d been sitting down for a couple of minutes. She slowly undid the belt of her robe and let the garment fall from her milk white shoulders. She did a slow spin as she unclasped her bra and let her breasts come into view. Charles inhaled sharply and his pants bulged as his cock got hard. She sat on a stool in the center of the room and removed her high heels. Then she unpinned the hose from the garter belt and slowly rolled them off, first from her right leg and then her left. she then turned with her back to Charles, Yvette and me, bent. I could not identify the growth around the drain in the bathtub. Water stains dotted the bathroom ceiling along a specific line, indicating a leaking section of pipe. But after nearly four months on the run, not knowing where we were heading but deathly certain that we needed to run, this was as good a ‘home’ as any, at least for the next few days. ‘I’m not sure I like that smell,’ he commented, closing and securing all five locks on the door to the hotel room. I finally set my duffel bag on.