Those sixteen-year-old lips couldprobably make shit taste good, I thought to myself. The Paradise Motel was not the type of place where thedesk clerk ...sked questions. Well, that is, other thanif you needed the room for the night or an hour or two.I choose for a night. Though I knew there was no way ofthat happening. Still a couple of hours from now Iplaned on still being engulfed within her legs, breast,ass, and pussy. I drove around to our room taking a few moments to callthe wife and. She looked much better, not so tired, and with her hair still slightly damp and smelling of roses.I poured her a cup, and she sat at the table and sipped at it gratefully. She then told me that Martin Hodge had been visiting her while I was on deployment in Bosnia. She knew I wouldn't like him doing it but her remonstrations had been pushed aside by him. 'I'm your brother, Sis; I have a right to see you.'"I've only got a 'phone number for Martin. He came back from Spain a few months ago and is. The moment must have been harrowing for her, and it was certainly wretched for me. I had caught her in an intimate private act and as far as I could tell it had been before she had brought herself to orgasm.Her attempts to replace her clothing were hopeless because she was in such a state of embarrassment and shame; her hands were trembling so much, she couldn't cope with the buttons. She gave up and burying her face in the cushion at the end of the divan she now began to sob pitifully.I hung. "I think Carly is just finishing up with aclient. Please sit down and she'll be right with you. What is yourname?" Patrick," I answered, not thinking quickly enough to give her a nameother than my own.Honestly, I thought of leaving at that point from the deepembarrassment of doing something so unusual and so sissy, but Iobediently took a chair. I sat down next to an older woman who waswaiting, and she looked at me in such a way that I could see she wantedto say something, but was keeping it.