I slowly transitioned my motion from up and down her lips to up and down her clit, and she stroked faster. Now she was voicing a steady stream of gas...s and moans. She was getting close, and so was I. I bore down a little harder and faster on her love button, and she stroked me harder and faster. She was almost there, started to say "Uh… uh… uh… ahhhhhh AHHHH… I felt my climax building, building more, and suddenly I croaked out "uuuuu" and the cum rushed out my dick; the first shot went. From my position at the door I could see that she was watching a video of a girl getting fucked by two guys as she seemed to struggle to get away. Wondering why I couldn’t hear the sounds of the girl’s obvious protests, I realized Shay had her headphones on. As I watch, she dropped down onto her forearm, thrusting her beautiful ass in the air and arching her back so that I had a better view of her hand working her pussy.Before I knew it I had my thick 8” cock in my hand, pumping it as I watch. “She was my roommate in college for a couple of years. Great girl, very smart and attractive, but she went through guys by the dozens. Lost interest quickly, it seemed. Loved sex, talked about all the time and I found her vibing away several times late at night watching some erotic thing on TV. Never thought she would get married, so I can’t wait to meet this guy. Apparently they’ve only been married nine months or so.”We arrived at the Hyatt. The valet let us park for a few minutes by the door. For Tammy had a nemesis. Mr. Critic. Oh, wicked Mr. Critic!Every time Tammy posted a new story, sure enough Mr. Critic would criticize it."Your spelling is atrocious," Mr. Critic would write, in his oh-so-proper way, "and you seem to have no grasp of conventional grammar, without the saving grace of true experiment. The plot is miniscule, the characters the thinnest cardboard, and the ending completely implausible. You can do better."Tammy felt just awful whenever he saw what Mr. Critic had.