As he moved in and out, albeit slowly, I marveled at how easy it was for him to do this, and with a small towel covering my middle parts, my hand touc...ed his knob as it pushed in and out of my crotch.Don't get me wrong I was really getting off on this and even angled my tiny frame to meet his thrusting, mother nature was taking over and this stranger was on the verge of entering my pussy, and as I reached behind me and touched him, he cream-pied my hole, some of which went inside, but his cock. She was very sweaty and appreciated the chance to shower. She looked down at her wet, naked body. Do you think she finds me attractive? she wondered. It was a silly question. Many women, and men, would give anything to go to bed with Laura. She knew it. But suddenly Randi had made her uneasy.When she was finished, she realized she couldn't put her sweaty tennis dress back on. So she wrapped herself in the towel, as Randi had done, and opened the door. She dangled her soiled tennis dress from. She didn't feel like using the toilet for example, she just peed where she was standing and also let go her feces right onto the floor.It felt natural to her all the sudden and not wrong at all.Lisa got tired at some point and fell asleep in the bed. As the nurse once again entered the room the next morning she wasn't suprised at all.There was piss on the floor and already two piles of feces. Lisa was walking around in the room with bouncing tits and alreadylooked like she always had walked. ’ But then at least one thing became clear in my mind. I had to get away, break out of the spiral we were in. I needed space and time to think. I had to escape from New York. I had to run away, yes that I accepted that was what I was doing. Run away from New York to get free and escape from you, from her influence, her attraction and her appeal. I got up and dressed. I called Hertz. Yes they could deliver a car to the hotel and yes I could drop it off in Massachusetts but there would be a drop.