She’d never been one to keep things bottled up. Rory would mull it over, dissect it, then talk to me about it. She’d always been that way, even at...seven years old when she’d come to live with me. And I was grateful. It made my life easier, although Rory wasn’t easy at all.I caught myself smiling. I called her my little panther. She had a feline quality touched with a hint of danger. Her eyes were rare; very dark with tarnished flecks of pure 24 karat gold, intense and penetrating. Glossy dark. I had no idea what I would do if Sarah saw me. I would figure that out if and when it happened. I found an events board that listed all the rooms that were being used by the different groups. Bixler Enterprises had no rooms reserved for Wednesday night. I thought that was interesting. Sarah said she wasn't going to be leaving the hotel, but now I wasn't sure about that.There were three dining rooms: family, casual, and fine dining. Sarah wasn't a big fan of dining with children, so I went to. .. But I had become quite adept at stroking my cock while I stood next to her.I would usually catch my cum in a washcloth or in my hand, and on the last few occasions, I had held my cum filled hand over her pussy and let it slowly drip down onto her puffy pussy lips.Seeing my fresh cum drip onto her pussy was always enough to make me hard by the time I got upstairs, allowing me to carry the images of her body with me as I ravaged my wife's sweet pussy or ass.Yes, I have truly become a. ..keeping licking my ass, Tessa, just like that, God! You feel so good!"My tongue pushed into Katrina's ass and I felt her feet press into the bed, llifting her ass higher off the bed, allowing my tongue to slide deeper into her. She cried out with passion and again urged me to fuck her ass with my tongue, her hand slide down Ashlee's tummy and over her smooth mound. But slide back up just before touching her wet slit. Ashlee cried again witht he frustration of building pressure.Katrina.