We were about go in, and to be a bit late, when she reached over and unzipped me and pulled my cock out and stroked it hard. She smiled , leaned over ...or a quick 2 second suck, and nodded toward the interior of the van. We did not want to be seen, and she went back and pulled me back with her.She then rummaged and found a small bottle of conditioner. Since she worked as a housekeeper for a motel, she often had some of those mini bottles of shampoo in her pockets of her tunic top.She was still. And I'd hoped they'd both be awesome to fool around with, so I wrote a little story to that affect. "I want to read it." It wasn't a request. Well, I'd gone this far, I might as well let her, I thought, hoping for the best. I dug through several layers of folders on my computer until I came to it, like a kid digging up buried treasure in the backyard. • Read "The Sitters" from the link below • I slid my chair back while she slid hers forward, taking my place. I watched her face as she read it.. Not at all fat, no cellulite, just rounded and soft. The heavy winter clothes she wore did not flatter her figure. The week previous, there was still snow to be seen on sidewalks and gutters in Detroit. Now was early spring and still quite cold. Once the bulky thick clothing was removed, Linda nude was a rare beauty. Astonishingly beautiful! In my haunting memory of her.Watching myself leave the hotel, ninety minutes later, was a bit stressful. It’s time! Although I had planned and knew what I. David lay there, feeling stale physically. Mentally in paralyseddespair with no will to move. Indeed reluctant to do anything apartfrom lie there and try not to think.He heard the spatter of raindrops on the half open window. Thecurtains framing it stirred and billowed in a cool gust of rainladen air. He was hungry. He needed to eat, to belatedly counter his alcoholintake. But he was bereft of energy. Devoid of the will to evenstir from his bed. Even the thought of having to stand up,.