”Susan stood up and walked back towards the room entrance taking the door to the left and into the bathroom.She found the light switch at the second...attempt, why did hotel rooms always have so many light switches and why put them all together at the entrance to the room. She bunched up her dress, pulled her knickers down and sat on the toilet.God this was going to be a long weekend, why had she agreed to come away with Peter. Break out of the old routine he had said, do us good to get away but. I found myself alone, once again in my dark and empty house, and dwelling on the loss of my wife Carol, whom I had been married to for forty years. It was just before she passed, Carol made me promise to continue our tradition of celebrating Christmas.Carol’s death had taken its toll on me, I had become withdrawn and kept to myself as I spiraled into the darkest depths of loneliness and depression. I could not carry on our Christmas tradition, and without Carol, there was an emptiness I had. I started squeezing like an auto horn.I started to lick her in her neck and earlobes.She was unable to control. She was twisting her hands in water tape. Catching it griply. Again I asked her what’s this? She didn’t reply.I just inserted both my hands into her shirt.Wowwwww. No bra, I wonder why?I caught both her nipples in both my hands. Just rolled my finger around her nipples.Digging my dick in her ass crack. Asked in her ear whats this?She replied in a low moaning – mangoes.M – are they. And we dont have to pay the rest of money. We were reluctance and finally she agreed when she realised only let him fuck her was better than so many others. The boss told me to leave the room and asked me to wait at his office down stair. He shut the door with my fiancé,e and him in the room I walk to his office there was nobody in the hall and the main door was shut. I sat in his office and I noticed a small TV was on and someone was talking on the screen. To my horror, they were my.