... but SHE WAS. “So why didn’t you go and meet him?” I asked.“Oh he’s not anywhere near as nice as you, and I’d never have fucked him. Th...y’re all the same, these guys who come to church just to get a woman in bed.” She told me.“Guys really do that..?” I said, truly amazed.“Oh yes. I think it’s a bit of a kink for them. They like to think they’ve made a major conquest if they can get to fuck a woman who likes getting on her knees and praying. Bit like when I’m sucking your cock really...” and. She had reddish-brown hair down to the middle of her back and soft emerald green eyes I answered her, "No I'm not a cop. Why would a cop be staying at a Best Western?" Her expression relaxed noticeably as she asked, "Are you interested in some companionship?" "Companionship?" I asked quizzically. "Yeah, you she said with a sexy little smile and a playful glimmer in her eyes. "Are you talking about sex?" I wanted to be clear on the signals she was sending. "Um, uh-huh, are you interested?" she. She planned on fucking him to within an inch of his life. She was going to fuck him so hard and so much that he would quit the traveling job and get one that would keep him in bed with her every night. When he had called and told her he wouldn't be home for another week she had hung up the phone and then she had sat down and cried.When the tears were done she had said to herself, "I am not going to sit here and feel sorry for myself and I am not going to sit here and stare at the TV for another. The evening passed as family evenings do, especially after an evening such as this family had had the evening before, everyone tired, listlessly watching the box in the corner, then after a last coffee off to bed at a reasonable time.Once in their respective bedroom`s the women went to work on their husbands! In the younger folks room, it was subtle, treading on eggshells stuff. Not so in the elders room, Mother being Mother and the dominant one in the partnership, the conversation going.