With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the...door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really nervous. He's always shied away from conflict let alone physical altercations. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open. My personal sex life was never better , she seemed constantly horny. Over time my thin short penis wasn't getting the job done since her vagina had become accustomed to the larger penises of Keith, Tim , and Eric. Even though she was fucking around she remained the sweet bashful wife and I wanted her to take charge of my orgasms. One rare evening we had together we were setting by the pool relaxing with adult beverages. When I felt the time was right I brought up the fact that my penis wasn't. "Oh Tommy." she smiled crookedly at me,. "It's from Jill, the girl in prison."She held up a ten-pound note and a birthday card and again there was a dampness in her eyes, it seemed to be her day for crying!"She's sent it to me care of Arnold for my birthday, the silly cow, that's two weeks pay Tommy, that means no tobacco or make up for two weeks. Oh, the daft little bitch." You must have been good friends mum, for her to do that."I put an arm around her shoulders."Well I told you we were. "Pull the panties down a hand’s breadth!" "Alice!" My one-worded protest drew another hard stare, a duel of wills that I quickly lost. I’m not sure why I followed that order, by I pushed down the waistband until it rested just below my pussy. It felt like the heat in the room had been turned up full power. She bent forward. My breathing stopped. My heartbeat started to race. "Just as I thought. You’re wet. These panties are enough to get you horny!" "I," I started to speak, but there was no.