I knew she would. Running marathons is a drug. Even while you're aching from the last one you're longing for the next."In the short term, Branca and I...are going on holiday. We deserve it. Somewhere warm, I think. We both deserve it and you can afford to pay for it. A little present from you perhaps as an apology, maybe?" Oh." Daphne looked sheepish and then apologetic. "Yes that's only fair, I guess." She paused for a moment and looked concerned. "But what about me?" Well, I said you were. She licked the underside and then swallowed it again. She did this for about 5 minutes when I could feel the pressure building in my cock and told her I was going to cum. She clamped her lips around my cock head just in time to catch the first of several spurts of my cum. She kept stroking my spurting cock and swallowed every drop of my fresh cum. After I finished cumming she held me in her mouth and after about a minute she started sucking again. Slowly my cock started to stiffen and within a. Well, to my dismay she was already in the shower and while I could only see her outline in the shower she had the temperature of the water up rather high and the steam had already steamed up the glass walls so I couldn’t see a damn thing. “Fuck-A-Duck!!” I thought! What rotten luck. Figuring I better not push my luck I closed the door and went into the kitchen and sat there and made myself a snack.About 15 minutes later a barefoot Mary came into the kitchen wearing only a towel wrapped around. Instead, my focus was on a pair of green eyes which seemed as interested in me as I was in her.There should have been an element of caution, but at one point she pulled me onto the dance floor and holding her was an experience. Her waist was taut and I felt every move she made. We slid together like we had been dancing for years. She was several inches taller than I was, so our bodies seem to have a natural fit like puzzle pieces.As we danced she leaned in close and asked me for my room key. I.