"Would you like to come over my motel room and rest for a while?" He winked. I nodded silently, my dick pressing hard against my pants. We got up and ...alked out together.The EconoLodge was right next door to the restaurant, but his room was on the far side. We walked in front, past the lobby and up the stairs to our left. About halfway down he stopped and opened his door. His room was tiny, but pleasant. King bed straight ahead against the right wall, open sink area on the far wall. He went. " Any idea about her supplier?" Nope, but the girls might be able to put you on to him." Well, there's an abundance of that shit around here. Since this is so rural, they get back in the hills and it's real hard to find out where they're cookin' that shit. The grass pretty much grows wild down here. They have to be importin' the coke though. It generally comes off I-44 up around Springfield, some of it comes off I-40, but not all that much." Well, like I said, I don't have much info on that.. They adults spent the evening talking, swilling tea, and generally catching up, till it was time for bed. The old dog was reluctant to leave the fireside warmth having thought of it as its own, but once next- door he collapsed in front of what he would come to regard as his home territory. The inevitable gentle sex session ensued between Lisa and Jay, nothing more though than ‘welcome’ and ‘I`ve missed you’ sex, simple urgent and intense… they were soon asleep overcome with the day`s. It was sweltering hot and we sat down behind the house on a terrace. "Honey? Will Sandra come home tonight? Gert asked. Sandra was the 16-year-old daughter of Katya, and the stepdaughter of Gert. "No, she will sleep tonight with her friend, she will come tomorrow at the end of the afternoon". I sat down and Katya pulled out a bottle of wine. As if hypnotized, I could not take my eyes off her and followed her every move.The wine was delicious, a wood-mounted Chardonnay. We talked about the fair,.