The thought of Leslie, beautiful Leslie, laying naked under my comforter, in just her knee socks, was doing amazing things to my stomach and genitals.... I almost laughed at myself it seemed so ridiculous. Then I realized her waking and seeing me staring at her like some kind of pervert stalker wouldn’t be the greatest thing in the world.I carefully got some clean underwear, shirt, and shorts for myself and left the bedroom, closing the door silently behind me. I went into the bathroom and. He knew he would have to wipe away all her inhibitions first though. His wife never squirted. It was something he had always wanted to accomplish to see the stream of fluid ejaculating from her pussy. He wanted to taste her sweetness and watch her engulfed by the uncontrollable need to release. He had been practicing stimulating his hot, dirty business partner and he was pretty sure he knew exactly where to touch his wife and just how firm he needed to be to make her squirt. He had been quite. ." He paused. "...I've got to be honest, it's a win win all roundand probably the cheapest prop I've ever had!" he said."And one of the best," Jennifer said quietly, with Clive nodding inagreement. Her comment wasn't missed by Sarah as again she noticed herstaring at me.Meanwhile I could only watch on in sheer amazement as it sounded as ifit was a done deal.Both Clive and Jennifer looked at each other then they turned andwalked away for a few moments to have a quite confab. I caught Sarah'seye. And…’ He looked around. ‘Damndest thing, but I can’t remember where we are.’ ‘My hotel room,’ Charlotte said, leading him in by the wrist. Robert looked at the cream-colored carpet, wide bed, and heavy curtains pulled tight over large windows. ‘So it is. Odd that I should forget right after coming in here. Actually, it wasn’t even like forgetting, it was like I never knew it in the first place. Imagine that, to all of a sudden find yourself somewhere and not know where it is, or why you’re.