I sense he's reading me."You do like it," he determines. "Dressing as a girl." I don't know..." I answer weakly.I wouldn't convince anyone.He looks ov...r my shoulder to the closet. He scans the floor. His eyesfall on me again."You've got a lot of girl's clothes in your room right now," he states."How do you feel about that?"What? How do I feel about having a lot of girl's clothes in my room? Isee the girl's uniform in the closet. I see a *second* girl's uniform inthe closet. Two? Emma! What the. Her tongue was moving on my chest.She was leaving her hot breath on my chest. I slipped her bra from her body and held her boob’s in my hand. They were so soft that I can’t explain. I crushed her boobs in my palms. I was moving my tongue on her nipples which were in erect mode. My hands we moving on her back.I was sucking her left boob and right boob. My hand was now traveling on her back and entering inside her panty over her ass. Her ass cheeks were in my hand now and I pressed them tight.. It doesn't ring, it doesn't tell me if a text comes in, nothing. I close my eyes and roll onto my back, one hand slowly slipping into my pants, wanting, needing, and desperate.I sigh and pull my hand back. I get up to my laptop and start scrolling the messages in my email. After a couple of minutes, I refresh the screen...he's written me!I open it up and start reading, barely aware that the tip of my thumb is in my mouth, my tongues wishing back and forth over it. I read it. I read his. Ill change the booking to Mr & Mrs Hawthorn and just try to remain inconspicuous in the hotel.With that Sally returned and she and Emily left. Brian phoned the hotel and changed the booking. He then returned to his paperwork but found it hard to concentrate on it knowing what was going to happen at the weekend.Friday came and Brian picked Emily as planned. They drove up to the hotel and booked in, with 1 or 2 glances headed there way when a man in his late 40’s booked in with an 18 year old.