The press pool had rented all the rooms at the Holiday Inn East. They had rented twenty cars from the MAAR rental counter at Morton. There was now a r...ped off area for the media to stand in whenever I arrived.They were no longer wanting me to get out of sight if they could help it. At least several of them were to follow me around. They even went as far as setting up a system to alert one another by text. It was an unusual agreement among rivals. They staked out Morton, the gym and the. There had been one soft kiss, and then his fingers had unwound the brocade cocoon of her sari . . . in a moment her blouse, bra and petticoat had gone too, revealing the golden wealth of her ripe womanhood as he disrobed. He had been as ready for her as she had been for him. A step towards was all he needed to close the gap the gap between them. A simple extending of his arms was all that was required to pull her close. His hands had themselves found the roundures of her buttocks lifting her. “Oh Joe. Eat My Pussy!” And I did just that alternately using two fingers, my tongue and mouth gradually increasing the pace as her copious juices flooded into my mouth and some onto my neck and chest till she groaned, thrust her pelvis to my lips taking the back of my head to try to force more of her fanny into my sucking mouth, legs trembling and shaking with her intense climax. “Ahh I,m Cumming!” she groaned loudly, breath cumming in short gasps. I released her and guided my prick to her. My heart begins to beat rapidly and I bring in my bag which contains my dildo and Tiffany’s surprise for Mr. Reynolds. I enter the room and Tiffany goes straight for the bag.“Everyone looks a little nervous,” Tiffany says reaching in the bag, “so we’re going to start with a little game. Mr. Reynolds, you’ll have to wear this.” Tiffany pulls out a blindfold, “The game is called Odds and Evens.”“Odds and Evens?” I ask.“Yeah, so, one of us will be odds, the other evens. The point of the game is.