Ok, now my brain started working now and I started to realize the term ‘Adult Motel’ had bit different meaning then what I first thought. We check...d in and were given some complementary glasses, which we still have in our kitchen cabinet 30 years later, and a bottle of the house champagne. Friendly lady, June she told us her name was, gave us a pamphlet with instructions and a menu if we wanted to order food to be delivered and some various other advertisements of local entertainment.June. Isliye chudai k maamle me main bilkul nahi sharmati,jo bhi mard mujhe chodnaa chahta hai,main usse chudwaa leti hoon.mausi-main bhi yahi karti hoon.raat ko pati k lund se chudwati hoon,aur din me apne kissi student se chudwati hoon.jawani k dino se lekar aajtak mujhe hazaaroon lund ka pyaar mila hai,par jo mazaa mere pati k lund me hai woh kissi me nahi hai.maa-mere pati ka lund to sirf 6 inch ka hai.isliye main sirf uske lund se hi pyaar nahi karti balki saare mardon k lund se pyaar karti. “How ya doin Jarhead?” came the reply from behind me. Upon hearing this I knew it was my buddy Josh, who himself had been in the Army. Our name calling was a jovial bond all serviceman share, regardless of the branch we’ve served in. “Tired as hell brother,” I replied. I turn around and he is taking a picture of me with is cell phone as I lean against the wall. “What the hell?” I ask. “Just a memento that Marines aren’t infallible after all,” he laughs. Not being one who likes his picture. "I know. I've been posing for you as much as for Marie." I stared at her. "How did you know?" "I could see you wanting me. Sometimes I caught you staring. Sometimes your breathing." She looked down, smiling. "Your breasts are so beautiful when you're aroused. Your skin, too." I sat thinking for a long time. Then I took her hand, kissed it. "What do we do?" She touched my face, then kissed my palm, my fingertips. "What would you like for us to do?" "I wish I knew. No, I do know, I wish I.