We walked to the by-the-hour hotel, certainly not glamorous, but that I knew was safe. No one cared about ID, but there was a sign-in ritual where mos... men signed as “John Smith”. Looking over his shoulder, though, I giggled as I saw what he wrote:“Spartacus”.Going onto tiptoe, I kissed the back of his neck. “That signature earned this kiss. But I’m Spartacus, you know.”We went up to the room. There were some interesting working girls in the hallways, for whom he had a courteous hello and a. The woman wasted no time raising?Tabitha's dress to get at her long limber cock. He gave them a fewminutes to become completely involved before he sauntered back to the restroomsand then took a quick detour into the galley to check on their progress. ????? The brunette was on her knees, naked tothe waist, revealing an impressive set of tits. Tabitha's dress was rolled uppast her waist and her slowly hardening cock was sliding between the brunette'sbig tits. Every few passes the stewardess. She is soaking wet and she has even more juice streaming down the inside of her thighs, as her peachy essence, pervades the room. Eddie is now intoxicated by her essence, as his cock is free of its confinement and throbbing, seeking the warm humid comfort of a wet cunt. Yet he knows that has to wait for the time being. Tonight is about the pleasuring of Dawn, for he realizes that if he pleases her beyond her wildest dreams, then she is his forever his.Dawn smells food. First the whipped cream,. I looked into her big dark eyes as I spoke. Rumba, my dear? I asked softly. I held out my hand and Jill took it in hers. I led her gently into the old darkened room We began to dance to the Latin beat coming through the walls from the room next door. Our hips began to move together rhythmically in time to the music as we made our way across the empty dance floor arms intertwined. I spun her around as the old floor vibrated beneath our feet. As the music came to an end, Jill dramatically bent.