," he said looking sheepish."No, no," I said, "You just took me by surprise that's all. I have done it before but only when I was very drunk." Another...scotch?" he grinned."No," I laughed, "Only Krug Champagne sends me silly, that's why I avoid it." Didn't I see some in the bar?" he asked hopefully.I shook my head, "No only small bottles." Room service?" he said, "On me." I could hear the desperation in his voice."You really want a $500 bottle of Champagne on your room bill, George?" I asked,. Thrashing, pumping in and out of her cunt, my fingers flew faster and faster. She rode the fiery wave, a mixture of raw madness and pure ecstasy for many minutes, all the while expressing her elevated frenzy with loud exclamations of delight. " OMG...YYYEEESSS...YYYEEESSS..AAAAAHHHH...MMMMMMM."Her white knuckled grip had torn the bottom sheet right out which now no longer supported her need to hold on. She raised her head up and looked at me, unintentionally wearing a facial expression that. "Did you cum?" she asked as she turned her head, making eye contact. Despite the dim light I could see her cheeks were flushed. "Not yet," I responded as I started to slowly fuck her again. She held eye contact with me, and I watched her bite her lip sexily."I want you to..." she whispered to me."Can you turn around?" I asked as I buried myself balls deep again, expecting her to say no. Instead she pulled off my dick and raised up into her toes. She lifted her hands above her head as she tried. Her pointed nipples poked obscenely through the material and appeared as if they wear aching to be tweaked, which they were. It then flowed voluptuously over her trim waste and large hips, showing her womanhood in full bloom. It finally tapered down across her firm, meaty thighs and ended at her ankles in a small furl of lace. She gave each nipple one final squeeze and headed for the bedroom door, nervous that her son would think she looked foolish.Barefooted, she stepped from the bedroom and.