Then I got an idea. Picking up the camcorder, casually mentioned taking a walk. Megan looked up and smirked."Don't go very far. I might decide to dres... early!"I swatted her behind and left the room. The cafe across the street from the hotel was nearly empty and I quickly found a table with a perfect view of our hotel room. Ordering a drink, a pulled out the camcorder and pretended to film the crowd.Then Megan appeared in the window wearing her pale blue lingerie and stockings from the. ”“That film was not a documentary, Mitzi; how many more times?”The frenetic pace of the music sounds like anxiety; it grinds away at my mind.“Do you want to do this or not?” I sayI sense rather than see her glower at me, which feels like being menaced by a kitten. I move on and climb over the neighbour’s fence.I’m shielded from the house by another hedge, which hides the compost bins with their dense, heady cut-grass smell. I move past them and ease around so I can see through the shed window.. I pressed my lips to her ear and began sucking on it and tugged with my lips as I slowly lifted her off my cock before ramming back into her, causing another moan to escape her lips. Continuing to move her hips she started to get a hang of the rhythm and her hips moved on their own accord, thrusting my cock deep into her tight pussy and pushing up into her cervix. “Oh my god, Mr. Palmer, yes!” she whimpered as I pulled her hips down harder onto my cock. Her arms were wrapped around my. I never cared for the skinny bitchy model types, so whiny and destined to make a misery of a man’s life. Like they say, for every beautiful woman, there is some guy that’s sick of putting up with her shit! I suppose they are like that because some asshole makes them eat nothing but veggies and brown rice to maintain the emaciated look so popular in fashion mags. Anyway, they are just a pretty face, no bod, and a lot of attitude! Was this love at first sight? Maybe, but it was more likely lust.