Following her, looking as uneasy as Crocketfelt, was a young man in a long overcoat. He took it off and underneathhe wore -- oh my! -- pajamas like C...ocket's but with a different floralprint. He stepped out of his slip-on loafers and the woman took a pairof slippers with bows on them from her copious shoulder bag. He got intothose and could have passed for Crocket's... sister. Sissy sister.He had on a hint of eye shadow and his eyebrows had been thinned andshaped slightly. The woman took a. "I take it you're here to collect that orgasm?" She asked huskily."Among other things," I responded."Like what?" She asked while pushing her breast up into my hand."Well, remember when you cheated me out of my finger treat. I'm going to collect on that too." Then sliding down, I threw back the covers, pushed her 'shorty' up and then dropped my head down to her silky pubic mound and expelled a thin breath of hot air which fanned the glistening curls that framed the rosy lips of the her cunt."Oh. “You really like that, don’t you?” She was giving me that sexy, teasing smile again. “Oh my god! Of course!” The idea that she had nothing on beneath her dress was incredibly arousing to me. “But why?” She seemed legitimately puzzled – or maybe it was all part of the act. “Oh come on! That’s self-explanatory, isn’t it?” She smiled. “I’m glad that I still have that kind of power over you.” “You always will, even when we’re both old and gray. But you know that, right?” She stretched up so that we. Afterwards we dried off and dressed and went out for lunch. The restaurant in the Best Western featured - guess what? - steaks. I wasn’t surprised.We spent the rest of the day at the motel, resting up and goofing off. Over the next few days, we drove around and saw what there was to see of Lawton, which looked bigger than Utica. I think if the Army decided to shoot cannons someplace else, the place would dry up and blow away quickly. Still, there were some nice areas, and some decent.