Touch and see, hear and taste."I hugged her. "I don't want to just think about going back home, I want to go back home and do something. I don't want ...o look at New York and think about New York, I want to do New York. I don't want to think about being here, I want to be here. I don't want..." I paused, hearing myself go in all directions, and I took a breath and slowed down. I said with difficulty, "I don't want later, I want now. It won't do any good later. Sometimes... sometimes I think I've. She moved away and I felt her behind me, her hands roaming across my ass. Her fingers kneaded my flesh and she reached underneath me to grab my hard cock and to massage my balls. Then I felt her fingers probe my asshole with something slippery but I was too far gone to care about any social stigmas now, I was theirs to do with as they pleased and I was not disappointed.The pressure was immediate as Samantha pushed something hard against my anus and I tried to relax. She coaxed whatever it was. I turned to face him ad extended my tongue and we embraced in a lovely French kiss.My hand was soon rubbing on his groin, and typically, he wasn’t lacking in the trouser department! I whispered in his ear that I loved black men, and always have (which is not a lie), and he whispered back that I looked lovely.His hands were soon on my tits as we kissed. I love seeing dark hands on my boobs, something again, from my teens.I undid his belt and he shuffled as he pulled his jeans and boxers down.. Tell him what you want, and he'll do it for you. I promise!"Chelly started to move her head to say something, but Heather held firm and just finished, "Have your fantasy Chelly, I want this for you!"When she'd finished, she moved to give Michelle one last peck on the lips and gave her one of the "toodleoo" waves with her fingers and smiling widely, walked through and closed the door to the adjacent suite joining her two "girlfriends".Bob looked over at Michelle and saw raw nervousness in her.