He went back to the hotel and logged in to his email account. He smiledto himself as he cracked a can of beer and lit a cigarette."I'm sorry sir but ...ou can't drink and smoke in the common areas," apimply faced kid in a white shirt, black pants and cheap trainers, theuniform of the self-important plebeian, snapped."Fuck off!" Bill snarled; and it was enough to send him back behind thecheck-in desk.Bill crafted an email to Michael Nyland's personal email account. Itread:'Michele, things have. "You're Carl! I knew it!" "Not any more Beth, you heard mom, I'm Mary Elizabeth Grant." "I'll be damned!" "She is very pretty isn't she Beth." I'll say! You're Carl? I never would have guessed. Never!" "We'll trust you to keep our little secret Beth, can you do that?" Yes Ma'am." Good. Now you girls have a nice time, and by the way Mary, the dinner has been arranged." Thanks mom."She left Beth and I alone, staring at each other. Beth was a very beautiful woman, and I wanted to be like her.. "He's a boy." A boyfriend?" Mom rolled her blue eyes at me and shook her head. "You're only fifteen, Wendy. I told you before, no dates until you're sixteen." But Mom!" No buts. You have another year to go and then you can have a boyfriend, but not yet." My mom was serious about that, I knew, and I'd only turned fifteen like a month before, so sixteen was forever away!"Please? He just wants to take me to McDonalds or something," I said. "It's not a date, it's French fries!" If a boy's taking. "Thank you!" Brian quietly said. Her two firm, round tits popped out one at a time. They were gorgeous. Stacy decided that since she was tired that she would relax like this for a while. She laid down on the bed, which was directly under Brian's hole. "This is too good!" thought Brian. She began to stretch a little on the bed, and her firm tits thrust upward as she arched her back, trying to crack it. She tried several times, each time more drastic then the one before. By the fourth time, Brian.