The taxi stopped at their door at the time specified. The driver gave her an envelope as she entered. It read: “Come over in Room 41, ask the concie...ge, he will lead you to me. Mr F.” They came to a stop in front of a cheap hotel. The kind of hotel where people stopped by for casual sex. She got out and numbly reached out for the door knob. As soon as she stepped in, a thin blond boy in his early twenties introduced himself as the concierge. He then said: “Mrs Reynolds? Mr F is waiting for. " I know." I'll leave it be. Are you hungry?" Yeah, a little." After all the walking we've done the last couple of days, I think I can afford to relax on my diet a little. There's a steakhouse up ahead." That works." Steak it is, then."Once again, treating it all like a friendly date - as much as I knew about one from television, anyway - kept me relaxed. We chatted about the trip, talks with people back home, me going to college, and all sorts of things while we ate, then stayed for quite a. Finding the tiny nubbin of herclitoris she stroked it as it too became engorged. It felt as if she wasstroking the underside of the prick she use to have only so much better.As her excitement grew the juices from her vagina coated her fingers andshe stroked even faster until she exploded into the most fantasticorgasm she had ever experienced. Unlike when Richard had climaxed sheseemed ready for another. Richard had just wanted to roll over and go tosleep.Angela got out of bed and went to the. I stayed like this for a few seconds, holding her breasts under her shirt, circling her nipples with my fingers and giving her breasts the occasional squeeze."Did you like my little surprise?" I whispered."Umhmm," she replied. I gave her breasts one last caress before kneeling up again, holding on to her shirt. I pulled out of her and then entered again, a little more gently. For a minute or so I continued sliding my dick in and out of her tight hole, her sphincter giving my cock a really tight.