With your fingers still inside me.. We already know what we're both thinking..we don't want to stop. I press the button for the lift to go back up to...our floor...I rip off your jacket. You tear off my dress. We kiss...but i bite your bottom lip. I push you on to the bed, pull down your boxers...releasing a thick cock that I'm dieing for. I jerk you a lil..flick my pink tongue on the tip...suckle on you (I can't stop because I like the taste of you) taking your hole cock into my mouth, sucking. "Rob? Can we make a pit stop, and get a coffee?" Sure, Sweetie! Just saw a sign for a Love's Truck Stop just ahead. Then only a couple more hours to go." Getting nervous?" I looked over at him, and he was smiling."I'd be lying if I said no," he said, "but I'll let you know when the time comes."I reached up and touched the side of his forehead where he'd hit it. "Still hurt? Want me to drive?" A little, may take a Tylenol at the rest stop, and yeah, you drive from there, if you're up to. This was teamed with a black bra, sheer black hosiery, and black leather boots. She slid the silky slip down her legs. The slip and stockings did feel nice together. It had made her feel more feminine and powerful in the office. She took off her cream slip and put it the wash basket when she noticed Justin’s PJ’s lying on top of the dirty clothes and wondered if he needed a new pair. These were quite old and were probably too small for him. He was still growing. She picked up the PJ’s to. There wasstill enough mounded shape to signify femininity, just a more joyousnatural bounce. The muumuu hung almost to mid calf so there was a lot ofswishing activity as I walked. With the coming warmth of this Parisianmorning, my body adored the cool breezes which blew up my skirt andacross my scoop necked bodice. I felt like a school girl, playing hookyfrom her bra and girdle. Quite delicious!I languidly strolled towards the Rue de Rennes. If I saw a boutique whichlooked interesting I would.