Would he think I was crazy, or would he be happy to fulfill my fantasy? I've always been very conservative but in this case my fantasy, lust, and ange... at my husband got the better of me and I decided to throw caution to the wind and call.I picked up the phone and dialed his room number. He answered his phone in a deep voice. I expected him to sound exhausted but this wasn't the case. I thought maybe he was expecting her to call him back, I know I would have.As I started to explain that I was. Rory quickly crawls up onto her knees on the seat with her legs wide open, fantasizing about having a cock in her. She almost wishes she would have brought a toy with her—maybe that new little red one she bought not that long ago.“I know what you’re thinking,” Chance says. “It’s what you told me the other day isn’t it?” With her mouth full of his cock, she simply nods. “Then I think you should get up for a minute.”Rory does, looking out the window to see that another car has pulled up alongside. “Sure,” I managed with the confident creak of a pimple-faced thirteen-year-old emo kid. After swallowing that thick lump in my throat, more, very cautiously weighed words barely passed the threshold of my lips. “Would you please stop playing with that thing? I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist you munch longer.”It doesn’t take an excessively honed prowess in predictive talents to foresee that this only increased her motivation to up the ante and blatantly showcase this little shiny pearl a. His eyes locking on to hers, the man began licking between her legs, gently kissing her pussy lips and driving his tongue along their entire length. Linda felt her knees buckle as the man took long licks,from the bottom to the top of her pussy. She envisioned it was Scott doing that to her.The man pulled his head back and stared at Linda’s swollen clit. Then swooped down on it, kissing her vagina as if he were kissing her mouth, soaking his tongue in her warm, wet love hole. Inside, Linda could.