The motel had been there longer than I have been alive. It wasn’t fancy, no internet, no cable T.V., no T.V. at all because reception is so bad in t...e valley. All you got was a comfortable bed, a roof over your head, and the best breakfast ever. After eating, I climbed on my bike and headed out of town on Highway 60 to a certain farm about 20 miles northwest of town. This farm and the people that own it were part of my past, my heritage, and my family. Uncle Lewis and Aunt Mary had lived on. " Doug swallowed. He moved closer and was face to face with her, herperfect smiling face. He could smell her fruity, sweet perfume. Shesmelled heavenly. He realised he was shaking. He had never been withsomeone so beautiful, someone so... special. She raised a hand to hischeeks as she lent forward and kissed him lightly. Her lips brushed hisand his eyes closed. She tasted of strawberries. His prick had neverbeen harder. Her hand slid down and grasped it firmly through histrousers. He. They also polished off the bottle and almost three quarters of another.After dinner Felicity let Isabella have the first shower while she sent the dishes back and set up the pullout bed in the den, which she found harder than it should have been. Isabella sighed as the hot water cascaded down her body. She could have stayed in there forever were it not for the knowledge Felicity was still waiting. She stayed as long as she dared and dried off with a towel that was even fluffier than the first.. She could feel the heat growing between her legs, her back arching as her pelvis began to rock. Enjoying the anticipation Jaimie slid her fingers through the thick hair feeling the slick and sticky glaze coat her fingertips. She crept close, tracing the edges of sensation as she brought the nerves to attention. Fingers wandered close to her sensitive folds before skittering away again; a game she played with herself. At the thought of Kim’s thumb passing over her taught nipple Jaimie finally.