“Adun sir”, said she. “A kiss, for old acquaintance”, snatching one. “I am married”, said she. “Don’t care, so much the merrier, it’... not so wet as it was, when I felt it some years ago?” “Oh! lawk don’t, I’m married.”We had moved a little, were by the hay-sack then making, a heap of hay had fallen as they had lifted it from cart to the stack. I closed with her, kissing and hugging, gave her a push, and we both tumbled into a sitting position together on the heap, she half laughing, half. Up my thighs, my back, my stomache and chest. He started sqeezing my breasts outside of my lace bra. Then he slid them to the back of my bra resting his fingers on the hooks. I could tell he wanted it off. I moved my hands off of his shoulders and slid them down his chest. I moved my hands to the bottom of my shit and started to lift it up I released our kiss and took off my shirt. He smiled and took off his own. I quickly went to kiss him again, very passionatly. He went back up to my bra,. Two crashes were my maximum limit and I kind of felt the third would be the one-way ticket to paradise but without the benefit of 72 virgins. I always had a lack of success with virgins anyway. They were lots of fun right up until push came to shove and then they treated you like the enemy no matter how much they had begged for it right up until the moment of truth. My problem was I was too soft-hearted and sometimes zigged when I should have zagged with regard to getting the dirty deed done. I. His wife was far from the quiet type when she was having sex.“Damn,” he muttered, “I hope I didn’t hear the wrong room number.” He began to look around wondering if he did mishear his wife, as well as monitoring the hall for any other people.Suddenly from behind the door erupted the voice of a female obviously involved in some sort of intercourse. “Oh Fuck, that feels good,” his wife moaned loudly. Instantly the man standing in the hall had his dick snap back to attention. Inside the motel.