There I was escorted to the room of number 13666.A white, Scandinavian gentlemen answered the door. "Thank you, sir," he said to my escort. "Please, l...dy, come on in."The man had a smile on his face as he escorted me into his large suite. He seemed so... familiar... I didn't know where I knew him from. "May I get you something to drink as you make yourself comfortable?" he said as he ushered me into the bedroom."Bourbon and tonic please," I replied."Certainly..." The bedroom featured a large. Oohhh Sirr!" Oh yesh Shally," he mumbled, drunkenly slurring over her name. "You're sho good to me."The girl didn't know who Sally was but she knew that if he was going to make love to her she wanted him to know who she was.Jim heard Sally whimper, "Yes Reverend... oohhh yess... I want to be good to you."Sally had never called him "Reverend" before. Strange, Jim thought, as he began pushing a little harder. Damn, she was really tight, much more than usual. He slid his hands back and forth. As the descriptive writing blossoms into erotic, hardcore, lustful sex, my pussy begins to moisten, my nipples begin to harden and my teeth begin to sink into my lower lip as I get more and more aroused. Just the thought of my idea coming to life on the screen in front of me is too much for me to take. I try to keep writing until the horniness within me completely takes over which, for someone as inexperienced as me, doesn’t take long at all. I begin to take all precautions as I don’t want to. I had been in this situation before with a couple of other friends who tried to get into my pants on the pretext of looking at National Geographic Magazene photos of naked natives. But those guys just weren't in the same league as Rob, they really didn't interest me and despite their best efforts nothing ever happened.. Rob and I moved towards each other. I felt the heat from Rob's body and smelled the aroma of his body....it was sweet and slightly musty... It was intoxicating. Our hands.