At the door I said "I'll meet you back at the motel." I'm in room 102," she replied.It took just minutes to get to the motel - this was a small town. ... parked my car in front of my room and walked the short distance to her room. I knocked and she opened the door."Enter, kind sir. Come in and sit a spell," she said.I laughed and said, "I'd like to do more than just sit - if that's alright with you." I believe that can be arranged," she said with a husky voice.She closed and locked the door and. I was curious.In one pocket, I found an old leather wallet, still damp and stained from being in the sea. In it were no credit cards - nothing as easy as that - just a few matted dollar notes (dollar notes are washable by the way – always useful to know!) and a room key-card for a hotel in Bermuda I hadn’t heard of.The wallet was old and worn, almost antique, with an embossed Celtic pattern around the edges of it. A Celtic pattern. It was surely no coincidence that the talisman he had given me. Coming over to me, Kelly took the sleeping bag off and folded it over a chair. She stood next to me, rubbing her hands together as she held them near the open door of the stove.It didn’t take long for the fire to warm the air in the small cabin. I moved away from the fire and began looking through the cabinets near the table. I found a nearly full jar of instant coffee as well as cans of food. There were beans, corned beef hash, Spam, new potatoes, and several different vegetables. In another. I would think it would be good to pull her to the edge of the bed and put her feet on your shoulders. That would allow you to tease her clit and probably rub her g-spot while you fuck her,” he whispered.Peter picked up the glasses. “I’m goin’ in,” he said with a laugh. “Think about what you’re going to do in your second round.”Paul poured himself a glass of wine and smiled. “That ass is mine,” he whispered to the room. Walking down the hall, Peter could hear Snickers keeping up a banter of.