I dressed in a very snug-fitting sweater dress, red bra and panties, black stockings and red velvet heels. My long auburn hair felt wonderful brushing...against my skin through the open back of the dress. I slipped on a COVID mask and sunglasses, just as Mark pulled into the hotel parking garage.I stayed in the car while Mark went to check us in. Then he texted me the room number, 1401. I waited a few minutes, giving Mark time to carry our bags to the room before I started for the elevator. When. Hope turned and left the room so Nash followed to be almost knocked to the ground by Monty who jumped up at his chest. Nash caught him and then dropped the mutt who tried to lather his face. Hope emerged from the garage carrying another gun and handed it to Nash. ‘Know how to use a shotgun?’ ‘Is this a shotgun?’ ‘Oh Christ, I should have known, you’re a Townie of course.’ Nash knows that people who live in urban centers — called Townies by country folk — are not carriers of the plague, but the. Each time, she held it there for a second then I could feel her tense and back away quickly. I was rapidly reaching a point of no control. I took her shoulders into my hands and lifted her off me. She looked puzzled, but I drew her to me and we kissed again. This kiss was so totally unlike our first, my face covered with her wetness, her lips tasting of me, our mouths and our hearts and our souls each open to the others' probing tongues.I rolled us over and slid between her legs, our bodies. But it was no use; Sandy was just too hot and too tight. I slapped her arse like a jockey on a winner until my cock began exploding into the deep wet darkness of her over heated pussy. She clenched her vaginal muscles around my cock. I could feel it gripping like a hand, forcing out every last drop of semen.Totally spent I slumped to the floor but Sandy was still willing for more. As soon as I had pulled out she immediately turned around and took me into her mouth one final time. She sucked.