When I got to her room at the La Quinta Inn in Dublin, I knocked on the door and waited for her to open it...my cock was already hard in anticipation ...f seeing Wanda. The door was opening slowly, I could see wet footprints on the floor, Wanda leaned out and let me in. She was naked and dripping with water, her dark brown nipples were extremely erect, swollen and glistening. Wanda smiled at me, batted her eyes and proceeded to step closer to me...pushing her wet body against mine as she kissed. Now I will not bore you with the details of the conversation that I have now come to know is common among most strippers them being single moms and showing you pictures of their c***dren and talking about this and that. After a certain point in the conversation I decided I had had enough talk and wanted a lap dance she in formed me that a dance was twenty dollars and a private on was one hundred and fifty dollars, I decided on a regular non private dance. so she takes me to a little niche and. Finally I started moving again, thrusting into her more rapidly this time, with all the strength in my girly muscles. The soft, wet sounds of our copulation and our moans filled the room again, and the scent of her hair filled my nostrils. Her pussy was a tight, slick and hot tunnel around me. It felt like there were dozens of tight rings inside of her, gripping and rubbing my sensitive cock as it slid through them. Each time I pushed in her my balls slapped against her hot asshole. Every. She was on the road to a good night if she kept this up. I decided time to go when she started to chop the onions with a meat cleaver. Just as I said my good byes the inevitable happened she sliced her finger. I grabbed a towel and wrapped her finger in it and sat her down and then she started crying and put her arms around me at the same time got up and sat on my lap. Ego said "Your in remember knee, crotch" Second thought declared Ego delusional and Mrs. D. just cried. I picked her up and.