I didn’t give him a chance to speak.I threw down a pair of sweatpants. “Here. Put these on before you come into the house, and DO NOT bring those ...lothes inside! You can do what you want with them but my suggestion is an unmarked grave in an undisclosed location. Now take a shower, get yourself together, and come to the kitchen. We need to talk.”I’d woken up and wondered how much of last night was a dream until I saw the card on the kitchen counter. Somehow the card gave me strenght and I. His cock was hard and pointing up at the ceiling and she giggled and said:"Is that for little ole me?"She was stepping out of her skirt when Dan answered, "I don't know. I called for room service. Is that why you are here? To service me?" Well, normally Housekeeping takes care of dirty things on the bed, but seeing that I'm already here I may as well just go ahead and take care of it." That is one of the great things about this hotel - a dedicated work force." And enthusiastic. Don't forget. .Fin thought to herself, "what a wonderful exchange this is." Even though Travis was about seven and a half inches and quite thick, this stiff rod in front of her was not only longer but very firm and a lot younger. "I think I am going to love this interlude, so let's get busy and enjoy our opportunities, Chad." "Just because we can't make babies, doesn't mean we can't have fun, does it?" Chad lay her back on the bed and proceeded to slowly kiss her from her forehead down her neck and breasts,. Grandma Flo would hug us with jowly arms and kiss our heads and faces and haul our unresisting little bodies into the kitchen. She was plump, blousy and Cockney to the core. Although a child, I was blessed with a photographic memory and snapshot morsels of my childhood are etched like engravings within my brain…I feel at liberty to confidently express them. We would traipse through to Grandma’s kitchen in a little crocodile, giggling and skipping excitedly through the parlour…’come on me’.