She seemed to have none of the fear of touching she had claimed before, pressing her hot skin against me frantically. Her belly twisted on my wet cock...that was trapped between our bodies. I eased her back onto the bed, and as she inched backward, I crawled between her legs. She grabbed my tool, and staring up at me, fit it inside her. She was tight, but slippery, and I slid easily to her depths. We both sighed as I held there briefly. Her legs wrapped around me as she whispered "Oh god, yes,. He couldn't believe she wanted to have sex with him. It was George's lucky night. He licked his lips and continued down the stairs. He was both happy and nervous at the same time. "Just sit down on the couch and I'll take care of everything." "Okay." Pamela took her clothes off slowly and did a strip show for George. George couldn’t believe his mother’s best friend was going to fuck him. Pamela carefully removed her blouse and her bra. She danced all around in her skirt and heels. She unzipped. Then again... She did handle it very well, she didn't freak out at me, didn't tell me to get the fuck out of her house. If I didn't know any better by the look in her eyes I'd say she liked what she saw on that computer screen. Could she possibly be ok with what I fantasize about? What if she really did like what she saw? What if, after all this time, she has those fantasies about me? With those questions in mind, the orgasm I have is intense.The next day Amber is back at work early Monday. She smiled, I'm certain anticipating this answer as she's the risk taker, not me. She wiped off the lipstick smears off us both and applied it again to her lips. On we went to the hotel.Now a bit about the hotel. I won't share the name but it's on Broadway and unlike most hotels in the area, the rooms start on the third floor. No one wants these rooms usually because of the street noise and they are relatively inexpensive as a result. Sure enough though, Wendy took me to the third floor, and.