I enjoyed her boobs crushing against my firm chest as my hands gently caressed her ass through that thin dress and g string i felt like I was grabbing...her naked ass. We then moved to the hotel restaurant for a nice dinner. During the dinner we talked a lot about our past and present and she went on teasing me on how we had wild sex in those olden days. After the dinner I asked her if she would like to follow me to the room to see my wedding pictures and she agreed for that. I was really. It was an interesting explanation, at least to Riley, as she listened to him describe in copious - and completely false - detail how he met Riley while he was on vacation, and had seen her stranded on the road with a flat tire. He talked about how he'd changed the tire for her, and been invited for coffee as a result. Then he spun a tale of mixed truth and fiction about their long range acquaintance, and how, when he'd left his job ("I can't tell you why, Mom. It's classified") he had decided. Her fingers moved to squeeze his inner thigh, fingertips brushing against his bulging trouser-clad cock causing him to stir in his seat."I have a confession to make," Damian said his voice thick with lust."Oh?" Fiona said as her fingers began to tease and trace the outline of what felt like a Godzilla-sized cock causing her hunger to intensify."I didn't invite you here to talk about books and in the book shop, that was just an excuse to talk to you. I'm not usually shy but something about you. "I'm Artuma. Welcome to my inn, and will you be wanting a room?" We would," I answered. His focus moved from Sergeant Brumley to me. "We have another ten men with us. Do you have the room?" Will the common room do for your men sir?" It will. Can you stable our horses as well, or will we need to post a picket outside of town?" It should be no problem sir, there are no caravans in town at the moment, so there's room aplenty, though we're expecting a large train of wagons in a couple of days. Will.