.........Never give up - sometimes an impossible situation turns out to becompletely different in a way that you could never have imagined. Thatwas th... case with my lost luggage bag at the airport a couple of weeksago.Lost luggage is always a nuisance but in my case it was a disaster. Iwas travelling for work and took the opportunity to pack a whole pile ofmy girly clothes for some quiet dressing up time in the evenings whenalone in my hotel. It contained my sexiest lingerie including. "Yes," came the smooth answer, "very. Drive on, if you please."I took a deep breath, rearranged my britches so my long member could be a bit more comfortable despite its confinement, clucked to the team, and we went as quickly as we could in the dark to the lady's home on the edge of the city, my stones in an throbbing uproar.I helped her down, and she stepped to the walk with her hand between her luscious domes, holding her ripped dress together beneath her long cape. She looked up at me,. . cum for me Helen! Squeeze my cock tight, make my sperm shoot into your hot fucking pussy! O god Helen you're so sexy! I want to fuck you all day!" You can," I cried as my second orgasm of the day ripped through me. Tom was soon pumping his sperm inside me as he arched his back and gasped that he loved me before dropping down beside me as he wrapped his arms around me.Although I told myself I wouldn't cry, I felt tears well up in my eyes. I moved into his embrace, as he tightened his arms. “I think it would be a good place for our restaurant,” Mark answered. He picked up a pepper and started to clean it.“Pensacola?” Molly asked. It didn’t even dawn on her to question opening a restaurant with Mark. She picked up a second tomato and started to dice it.“Yes. A couple of my cousins have set up a company there. They are always complaining about not having a good place to eat,” Mark said.“I was thinking of someplace in New York or London,” Molly said. She picked up an onion and deftly.