..” his words faded as his eyes drifted down my face like a falling feather. I followed his eyes down to his lips, and leaned in for another round, ...ut then caught sight of the tangled skin around his mouth, “J, your face is peeling!” He pulled back embarrassed and slowly reached up to inspect the damage. “Did...did that kiss hurt, J?” Jamie sat on his knees looking sheepish. Ugh, he was so goddamn cute. What would he do to me with all his innocence? I wanted to taste him all over again, but. I was carrying the laundry basket and got to the stairs when I got hit in the face with the remote. Clothes went flying everywhere as I dropped to the floor. Emma giggled as Tom pulled himself out of her and walked over to me. He was dripping with precum, Emmas juices and his own to the point that it was leaving stains on the carpet. Do it baby Emma said licking her lips smiling as Tom picked me up by my neck and threw me into the coffee table. I cried out in pain as he grabbed my neck again.. As I sat at the bar several men tried to buy me drinks, but I refused. Then the hotel security guy came buy and tried to throw me out. I guess he thought from the way I was dressed that I was either a hooker or a slut or both. He said “ This is a four star hotel and we do not allow that sort if thing here, you will have to leave.” When I told him that I was waiting for Mr. Brock Mc Farland, he immediately apologized and backed off. Finally after about 15 minutes he came walking in. Why did he. I took a pair of pantyhose into my bedroom, and – after a struggle – put them on. Then I closed my eyes and touched my legs and feet – imagining, I was touching moms. I started rubbing my pecker through the nylon and it felt really good. Too good. I almost came into moms pantyhose, but just managed to pull them down, before I erupted. But there was a large, sticky patch from where I had been leaking. I hope she doesnt notice………. I cant help myself anymore, I want – no I NEED – more! I lie in.