The room was the average motel room, a lamp on top of a dresser, a single bed, a bathroom off to the side. The carpet underneath them was a shag style...and she laughed at the coincidence. Jillian took hold of his cock and slid it into herself. She rode him up and down for about ten strokes before she felt him shooting up inside of her. And that was the end of that for a while. There was a heavy silence, broken only when she went into the bathroom and peed, then washed herself. When she came. I pulled my short black skirt from the bag. Sliding it upmy long legs is always a turn on for me. After zipping theside zipper up I reached for my top. It was a long-sleevedwhite sweater that showed of my cleavage well. I looked inthe mirror and strutted some more. It was now getting darkoutside and I decided that I would be safe to leave thehotel now. I had picked out a bar on the north south sideof town that had advertised drag shows. I was hoping to beaccepted in that environment.I Hesitated. A short while later, on our way back to the flat, my wife only had about two buttons fastened, enabling me free access to her body; tits, cunt and arse all felt and probed whilst walking. This is a common thing for us to do when walking home from a pub when at home, and something we both totally enjoy. When we reached the flat, we had a last vodka and tonic, and went into the bedroom, originally intending to go to bed. As I went to close the curtains, all I could see from the window was the. I'll teach you how to be a very good girl. Don't make me get mad. I wouldn't want to punish you for not doing your job."Your hands moved up my body and deftly undid the next 2 buttons of my shirt. As you opened it and ran your fingers across my nipples, you felt their hardness and said, "See? I can tell you like your job."You looked up into my face and took my cheek in your hand. Guiding me down to your face, you kissed me deeply and firmly. You reached around me and ran your fingers under the.