. .I mean you aren't supposed to be fucking err doing it to me so there is no time that you should use it," she said.Half an hour later, Lisa sighed. ...I'm getting too tired to keep driving. Why don't we find a motel, and stay the night." Hey, mom, I'm all for that." Oh no you don't, we'll have separate rooms." Lisa found a motel and pulled in."I'm sorry," said the clerk, "but I only have one room left, with one king sized bed. We are right in the heart of the season, and I only have that room. “Lenore?” I asked.“I want to do this,” she said huskily.“You hate the taste,” I tried to point out.“No, although my parents told me it was wrong, so I struggle with this mentally. However, after last night if I want it hard, I have to do something,” Lenore responded as she started to lick my cock.She was right that my dick was showing little sign of rousing. I decided to delay washing my own body and instead pulled out the nozzle for shampoo and squirted some into Lenore’s lustrous hair. I. My breath quickens, but my eyes remain closed. Your hands travel down my stomach to my pussy where you found just the right spot. Your fingers started circling my clit softly and a small moan escapes me. All the alcohol I consumed last night must have put me into a deep sleep; one that you can’t wake me up from. Determined to wake me up, you lift my leg up and slip your hard cock into my wet slit. My eyes flicker open as my back arches at the new sensations. My eyes search the unfamiliar room. Their hands touched as she was closer to John than she had ever been. John cold feel her young body against him mainly only her legs but he could feel it. Sarah really enjoyed this as it was rare she could share her artwork with anyone as her mum never had time and the praise John gave her was nice. John could actually smell the young girls hair scent he loved her long blonde hair and the smell of youth. This was a turning point in their friendship. '' Are you two coming or what '' Janet called.