We were going to climax soon. Too soon. I slowed down but she said, "No, finish me."She didn't scream, but the body spoke for her, shaking wildly and ...ossing me to the side.I returned with a beer and sat on the edge of the bed. She lay fully relaxed, eyes slitted, chest still pushing rosy tits skyward. I said, "Don't worry about the bed," knowing it was my mess dripping out of her.She took a long gulp from the bottle and stared at me silently. Communication was occurring. I took her hand and. .. you might not, I don't know, like it or..." "C'mon honey spit it out," he ordered as his hand left the steering wheel for a second and caressed my thigh. "Well," I started again, my face now scrunched up in a near grimace, "The hotel might be expecting a married couple Daddy, a couple on their honeymoon." "Huh, how come?" he asked, a confused look crossing his face, his fingers momentarily tightening on my bare upper leg. Rushing now, eager to spill the whole story in one fell swoop,. If I did not sit in a chair then she would move all furniture and clean it well. In other words, she was strictly workoholic and focussed on what she had to do.Several times I tried going into small kitchen where she would be cooking and tried to get close to her to see and understand her reaction. She was very cold and treated me like piece of furniture.I decided to try her patience to get some kind of reaction. Either a positive one for my advances or negative one to discourage me. Either way. I shoved my pants and shorts down together, my very aroused cock swung free, I was so aroused that the head was slick with pre cum and glistened in the light streaming in the window.Donna's eyes widened and she made a whimpering sound but otherwise remained silent as she stared at it. I kicked my pants and shorts off and stepped towards her naked and so ready, Donna turned away and bent lower, her red skirt rode up over her firm ass.I placed my left hand on her bare back and gripped my bobbing.