The movement stimulated her bowels and suddenly she was afraid that she might lose control and have an accident, but as Charlies thrust deeper and har...er that feeling was replaced by a delicious glow and a satisfying fullness. Charlie was in heaven. He’d found a place deep inside Claire’s bowel that squeezed his head like a velvet vice with every thrust. It felt so good that he knew he would not be able to hold back for long. Already, he could feel sperm boiling up from his balls, gathering at. ******* The next morning I woke to the smell of fresh coffee. In the kitchen a naked woman stood at the stove, humming as she made breakfast. ‘Good morning, Sir.’ She said without turning. Now … I’m not a morning person. Give me coffee, a paper, and eventually breakfast and I’m ok. But perky first thing? Grrr. Jessica was perky. She hummed and chattered as she moved about the room – making sure my coffee was topped, serving breakfast (which was quite good, by the way), she even had the paper. He sensed as she approached climax and changed pace, thrusting deeply and adjusting his angle to afford her the most pleasure. She squealed and jerked with her orgasm, almost causing him to lose his place. With her lost in ecstasy, he renewed his own efforts and raced to join her, releasing his passion inside.Neither of them stirred for several minutes until the rapture of their union abated. Richard sat up and watched Amanda wallow in the aftermath of her climax."Thanks," she sighed. "That was. We don’t cater to tourists.”“I’m not a tourist.”“You ain’t from around here.”“I’m new in town, but not a tourist.”The man on the stool turned toward Steele with a scowl. His narrowed eyes looked like he was trying to read Steele’s mind. Sally had said they didn’t like her kind at the Old South Inn. Did they like anyone?“So what about it?” Steele asked the man on the stool. “What’s there to do around here?”The man turned back to his beer. Steele watched him over his glass while sipping the cool.