I parked my bike by the door and tired to push the door open. It it was locked. Looking around for a intercom, or doorbell I finally gave up and knoc...ed on the glass door which sounded like it might fall in if she knocked any harder.After a few minutes of waiting I knocked again and again after a few minutes of waiting Russell finally made his way to the door. Opening it he peered down at me slightly confused.“Who are you?” he asked.“I was here yesterday.”Russell though a moment but his face. I had hopes that his would come back to life and that I would feel it grow inside me.I needed to piss. Short of falling out of bed, I simply stepped out. Frank was awake laying at the foot of the bed and together we made our way down the hall to the toilet. I don't remember ever sharing a toilet to pee. We might not have bothered with toilet etiquette, a sword fight ensued and we pissed all over each other and the bathroom floor. The chambermaid, the fat owner's wife, would certainly be. McKinley, your tits are amazing." None of that happened. It started with a kiss, and once that barrier had been broken, the floodgates opened. I felt her hand slide up my leg to the growing bulge in my pants, forcing a breath from my lungs. It was honestly an awkward position, me standing and hunched over, kissing her in her chair, but that didn't last long. Her fantasies didn't seem to involve much romance, and mine only involved whatever was necessary to get my dick inside her. (I was 18 and. They instinctually knew what would best please their partner. Her fingernails moved lightly down his back and back up again, drawing little circles. She felt him shiver in the pleasure of her touch and she smiled knowing from conversations past just how much he loved to have nails running over his back. She forced her head away so she could look him in the eyes, ‘Vic,’ she said, grabbing his attention, ‘I love you.’ He smiled down at her as he kissed her lips again, ‘I love you too Bree,’ he.