"Again? Don't youever get tired?" Dan just grinned back at her and crooked his finger. "Come on honey,I've still got an itch that I can't scratch by ...yself" Theresa moaned,asking "Why me?" wondering if she'd created a monster. She'd alreadycome 3 times and wasn't sure if she could do it anymore, but Dan stillwanted more. Shaking her head, Theresa climbed back into bed, lookingforward to when they switched back to normal. As great as it was to havesex as a guy, she wasn't sure that she could. I saw the good direction and was heading towards the road, my car and the safety.But once I came to the road, I needed to pass a bridge where I could see the parking lot. ?Fuck, there are other cars!? My car was not the only car there! I dived into the grass close to the water and headed very silent towards the road. I did not see other people or heared anything. It was up to me to decide if I would make the crossing and the sprint to my car. I came as close to the road as possible with the. A couple hours later, he was asleep, and I was getting fucked in a janitor’s closet by one of the young, black hotel employees. I think he was working the front desk earlier. I don’t remember. I just recall him taking me from behind in that small closet he led me to after I flashed him my tits.I remember the wedding. All my k**s were there, older now, some out on their own. My daughters, all dark hair like me, looked so lovely.Another girl, a redhead, 17 years of age was there. This girl would. She didn't check; nor did she make any pretence of checking."Room nine is not available. Please allow me to know what reservations we have." I was about to accept room six when Angela came through from the back office. She sensed the atmosphere immediately."Hello Greg. Is there a problem here?" Mrs. Winton answered for me."Mr. Hammond is insisting on room nine. I have told him that it is not available." Angela opened the diary and looked at the bookings."Mr. and Mrs. Anson are not arriving.