Plus, he didn’t like to spend that kind of money on things that weren’t booze, booze, and more booze. You know that. When I married Lena, she took...me to Vermont, which was nice, no doubt of that. However, it’s not that far from Maine, of course.“Still, that bed and breakfast was a lot better than your father’s idea of a honeymoon, which was to dump me in a cabin while he went fishing or hunting or something, and never seemed to kill or catch anything. The point being that he only spent time. The one for the fairer sex is to the left here. Good news, there is not very many guests to compete with tonight, so there should be plenty of hot water for a shower."The hallway took a right into one of the wings of the old inn. She imagined that below would have been the stables. The wood floors in the hall were worn to polish and creaked with every step as if in protest to yet another foot stepping on them."Here you are, Miss Howard, the room you requested," John opened the door and handed. " It doesn't look very hard to me," she said almost breaking character."Look closer and touch it, it will get harder just like you want!"She sat down and touched it and I got very hard."There are other ladies coming in to get my candy, so you need to hurry up," I said."OK," she said and started a blow job. Not just any blow job, but the mother of all BJs. Within one minute I was filling her mouth with a nice bit of liquid candy.She got up, picked up her things and said, "Thank you Logan. That. Her labia is distended. I lie between her legs and lightly lick her pussy." "Oh yea, honey. Just nice and easy like that." I keep licking, tasting her sweet juices eagerly anticipating what follows. My wife continues, "When we reached the alcove and out of sight, He stopped behind me and put his arms around my waist. With the wine and my excitement, I leaned back into his chest. He was now looking over my shoulder down my top." “I asked him, ‘Do you like looking at my tits? I am glad I could.