It's gone flaccid. "Yes," she hisses. "That's right." She begins spanking me again, more rhythmically this time; one cheek and then the other. I feel ...he heat rising on my asscheeks and I picture them getting redder, picture the imprint of her hands on me.He steps back to me and begins touching my nipples, running his fingers around the aureole. He knows how sensitive I am there and sees them getting harder. He pinches them, gently at first, and then harder. This is like metal in a microwave,. ” He paused to drink some tea and I took a bite of my barbecue. When he swallowed, he said, “The woodchuck was just the tip of the spear, so to speak. We’re starting to see a lot of these assholes and they’re coming out of the woodwork. I don’t know if you heard, but one of my deputies was driving in the area two weeks ago and got shot at.”“Your guy alright?” I asked.“More shook up than anything. He was just driving along on a routine patrol when a window shattered. He called it in, but we. And without further thinking, she shut the door behind her, dropped her coat to the floor, stumbled out of her boots and moved to where she was with-in inches of his skin. She could smell the cologne and it was intoxicating. Time seemed to stand still and race all at the same time and all at once he grabbed her and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue danced inside her hot mouth and the warmth of his kiss made her body tingle. Kiss after kiss, they began eagerly exploring each other’s. Not wanting to go straight to my room and order room service I walked up to the bar and ordered another drink. There were only three other people at the bar, two women and a man and as they were in a deep conversation I assumed they were together, I couldn't have got it any more wrong. After a few minutes the woman sitting nearest me turned and introduced herself as Denise. This was the first chance I had to have a good look at her, she was definitely older than me (I was 39 at the time),.