I loved the brushing of her honey-blonde hair on my shoulders or belly, the enthusiastic vulgarity of her couplings.She loved to be on top, and I can ...emember clearly some of our conversations – usually rather one-sided – as she humped her always liquid and ripplingly snug "womanliness" all around and up and down my incredibly vertical, uh, boyhood. "God, Jack, can you believe it! I get to be a principal with all these lovely, firm young bodies ... I'm in charge of all of them," she would grunt. The airline was happy to accommodate me since it seems that they have half the world stuck in Cincinnati. I did give my room back after I talked to Paige and Judy last night. I knew there were people waiting. The hotel was happy to credit my account. Is it OK if I stay here again tonight? If not, I can get a room." That was very thoughtful of you. I'm sure a stranded traveler was very happy for your decision, and I don't mean Judy, you little tramp." I said."I was wondering how you knew to. Ty is certain she will let us have the building to carry out our endeavor if we can come up with the money for anything else that needs done. It’s in a good location, so if we play our cards right, customers should come in droves. ‘Ty, Holly, what are you two doing? We’ve been waiting for you for over an hour to get the game started, man.’ ‘Oh, come on, Mark. I know Giselle can play poker. Get her to play.’ ‘Ty, Giselle is my, uh, girlfriend not my card playing buddy. She’s here for looks. We. “Come on. Who?” he asked again.“Me,” she said finally in happy defeat. “Me, you fucker.”He smiled and continued grinding into her but gentler.She closed her eyes and let her hands go under the covers and grab his ass as he pounded away.“Say you’re my bitch,” he commanded her. She shook her head and groaned, but he said it again and again. “Say it.”“I’m your bitch,” she said, sighing heavily. “I’m your bitch,” she said again.He strained into her as he orgasmed. She moaned as she felt the.