”“I don't think I introduced myself.” He held out his hand. “I'm Jed.”She shook it. “Hello, Jed. I'm--”“Abbey, yeah, of course.” Jed...wiped his sweaty palms on his corduroys. “I’ve read all your stories.”“The ones I've published. Should I be concerned by your fandom?”“I just read a lot. I've read more books than anyone else I know.”“Doubtful.” She winked.“But I've never met one of my favorite authors in person before.”“Me?”“Yes, you.” He held up a library paperback anthology and turned to her. I think the snarls in my angry my voice finally clued him in that I wasn’t too happy and this confrontation wasn’t going to turn out to good. He then started trying to calm me down. He was blabbering about how everything was just an innocent thing with two people enjoying each others company for the day. There was even a couple of mentions that nothing looked like it did, and everything was innocent and above board. The way I saw things there wasn’t anything above board about any of this. I. The first two orgasms came quick and eased her tension. The next two lasted longer and were more intense. Her pussy was sopping wet, soft and slack as warm butter yielding to her prodding hand, and it ached for the one she felt rising. As her glistening fingers turned up the heat she imagined herself surrounded by men, men touching every single part of her body, men filling every single place. She cried out as she reached the plateau, sluing the summit of pleasure she cried out again, and again. Tonight there’s a group of six staying in two rooms. But the cops have all gathered in one room for Maria.It’s nearing 11pm so we just walk, not anticipating any other guests around. But wouldn’t you know it, we run into a couple about to enter their room. Luckily the wife is virtually inside so while she realises we are walking by, she doesn’t see Maria nude. But the husband does. I give him a big wink. I’m sure he’ll talk to me in the morning at check out.Maria knocks on the copper’s door and.