"I'm horny as hell," she whispered, and then kissed my earlobe."Are you crazy?" I asked. She shook her head no."They'll never know . . . I swear," she...purred against my ear again and then kissed the side of my throat.Trish was only nineteen, but she was a hot little piece, with a magnificent set of hooters and a nice round ass. Yeah, you notice things like that when your sisters forget you're a man, and walk around in all stages of undress.I watched her green eyes, but felt her hand working to. I resisted the urge to turn and look at her again as the hotel clerk picked up the phone. They did indeed have two rooms left. I told them I would take one of them and to temporarily hold the other for the people behind me. I finished reserving the room and the clerk told me she would have the shuttle pick me up right away. She had an interesting accent I could not place and sounded cute. I told her to hang on and I passed the phone to the husband behind me. The woman told me thank you for. His fingers traced down to her breasts, lightly brushing over each nipple. She felt his other hand come up between her legs and with that same light pressure brush over her pussy lips. She tried to arch her back, to push herself towards him all the while, not wanting that soft, fluttery feeling to end. His fingers continued their sweet torture, touching her just barely enough for her to feel it. He reveled in her soft moans and gasps, in the way she squirmed as though she wanted him to give her. ‘Fine,’ she said briskly and began to remove her clothes, her eyes not leaving Jones for a moment. She stood before him unabashedly naked as his eyes swept over her. ‘My change of clothes, please?’ she asked impatiently. Jones tossed her a man’s shirt and left the room. She stared at the garment. Was this all she was going to be given? She laid it on the bed and waited for her bath. When it finally arrived, she endured the stares of the men carrying it and patiently waited for them to leave..