"There's something I want to show you."I led him into the living room. On the coffee table there were several neatly wrapped packages, all light pink,...the name of an upscale lingerie and bridal boutique emblazoned on each box."They're gifts," I said. "And they're all for you."I made him sit and watch as I opened each package, one by one, explaining what everything was. The first box contained a set of lingerie exactly like the one I was wearing, down to the stockings and see-through knickers --. Only seconds after her second orgasm began to subside, she hoarsely whispered, "Stop. Please stop. My legs are going to sleep." Aw...my poor baby. I eased her legs down to the couch to my right but continued to drive into her in this position. This allowed her legs to recover and although it felt good to both of us, it wasn't the magic position she was previously enjoying. Having never had sex with her before, I wanted to find another position that would please her as much as the last one. I. I could feel his meat rod swelling and by the feel I could tell that Mark had a tool which was the thickest of all the men I had taken inside me.Our embrace lasted a lot of time, during which Mark had succeeded in getting his hands inside my sweat shirt and was rubbing my bare back. He had aroused me and I was melting into his arms for a long sexy fun filled fuck session. He let go of me from the hug and turned and hugged from behind this time. Now I could feel his hands roughing up my full. "Mrs Lazlo," said Freddie, coolly, "I think you may have the wrong room. Possibly even the wrong hotel."She looked at him with a coy expression. Sprawled back against the pillows, a sheet pulled up almost to her neck, it was still obvious that she was naked."Please," she said, "call me Ilsa. Ilsa Lund. I always think it vulgar to mention my husband's name at times like these."Freddie sat down at the end of the bed. "Vulgar to mention his name but not to appear naked in another man's bed, Miss.