At least I would be four nights in the same room as him, breathing his air and smelling his smell.On day one, we arrived in the early evening and by t...e time we checked in, went out for a meal and had a few drinks there was not much to do but go back to the hotel about 1.30 am. Grant changed in the bathroom and went to bed in a t-shirt and shorts. I strutted about in my small briefs until it started to look obvious and decided to go to bed too, eventually.Day two was the day of the match. It. It’s the first time she has really relaxed since her bath last night. At that thought, her cheeks go crimson again. “You know you never did tell me what you were thinking about earlier,” he smirks as if somehow being able to read her thoughts. Just then a timer goes off in the kitchen. “Saved by the bell!” he smirks “but I will find out what keeps making your cheeks go the same colour as my bed sheets” he says as he gets up and casually walks into the kitchen. Oh my, what is she going to. Let me do that for you, he said. Tim took the towel and started drying her. First he slowly dried each breast, taking the time to rub her nipples until they were hard, little peaks, then he worked his way down to her legs. He worked his way up each one, then slid the towel between her legs. He slid the material between her cunt lips, and across her clit. The slight roughness of the towel sent waves of pleasure through her. She raised her hips so he could get better contact with her. . Then another spasm and more of the turd came out, before her anus clamped and clipped it off. Immediately another big turd started out and paused halfway. She was sobbing now, and through her tears she could see people watching her, including the nice policewoman, who was crouched down with a playful smile and watching her asshole spasming. Her own colleagues had turned away discreetly, but the police and citizens seemed all to be enjoying her show. The second turd tumbled into the pan with a.