She’d always be leaning back, her back arched with her hands placed on her knees, and then she’d suddenly move forward, pinning him down with her ...oned, able arms. This would always be the moment that would force Mr. Livshitz to shoot his very real cum into her very imaginary pussy. Then, Caroline would always climb further up Mr. Livshitz’ body until she was dripping his cum into his own mouth.But tonight would not be one of those nights, because just as Mr. Livshitz was about to blow, a noise. I was at a motel 6. I had my dinner at 10 and my sex at 11. The dinner was with the hotel manager. The sex was with a fat hooker he had sent to my room. He knew I liked fat women. I told him that during our dinner. "Fat, with lot of ass flesh, rolls of fat around their bellies, large tits and juicy lips." What about their cunts?" He asked laughing. "Don't you like tight pussies?" Oh no! No! no! no!" I said excitedly. "I like 'em used. Fat women who've been used like a thousand times by men. I. “I was going to fix some eggs,” she told him. “They’re starting to get old and I wanted to use them up.”“Eggs, it is!” Frank replied, thankful that she asked for something that he knew how to cook. He broke the first yoke when he cracked it too deeply. He broke the second one, too, trying to move it around in the pan so that the white on top would get done without cooking the bottom too hard. “Scrambled?” he asked, opting for the only possible choice remaining.He heard Tanya chuckle. It was. I couldn't tear my eyes off the swaying of her breasts. She stopped about a foot in front of where I was sitting."Ummm..." I started to object."Shhhh," Summer replied. She placed her finger on my lips to emphasize her shushing.I shut my mouth and stared at her. She began trailing her finger down my chest and then my stomach. When she reached the top of my boxers, her hand jumped to the bottom of my crotch and slowly slipped upwards. I was hard instantly as she gently cupped me in her fingers..