I said, "Susan, I need a little room," and pushed her legs up a bit and looked up her nightgown. To my surprise she didn't have any underwear on. With...that skimpy little pink outfit I figured she would have to wear something.Her pussy hair was trimmed. Not just a landing strip, like Clair, but pretty short. The hairs were still dark, but I could make out her pussy lips just a bit in the light. Clair was snoring in my ear so I knew I could get a good look. I kept talking to Susan and stared. My lips soon replaced my hands as they covered them and sucked the hard nipples. I could tell she was breathing hard as I took my time and touched every inch of them.I dropped to my knees and open the belt that held up her jeans. I rolled them down her thighs and to the floor where she stepped out of them. She was naked except for her thin panties and I made my way to them. Still on my knees I worked them down her flat stomach and over her beautiful cunt. I pushed them down her long legs and. We watched as car after car parked in slots next to each other as if it was choreographed. We got out of the car and went into the office when the first slug of cars and people finished arriving.A tall, good-looking African-American woman, who warily looked at us until she settled on me, was behind the lobby counter. The woman ran around the counter and hugged me, then stood me in front of her before wrapping her arms around me again and gave me a kiss that promised just about anything there. Yes, this had been complemented by a number of hot fucks. Ambrose wouldn’t think she was exaggerating and he did like to get a good outline of the event when he had caught her out. He had not been angry; he never was. He had simply said, “Well you’ve been away for two weeks now and there’s a week to go, so I guess that’s fair enough.” Ambrose travelled too. Em had silently thanked her stars she had managed to keep under wraps the monumental shagging she had enjoyed in Singapore on the way to.