Hey Jen, we got a room ready for you. Same deal as always, of course. You guys will be checking out Sunday night? the clerk asked. Yes, Bobby. Did you...want to join us right now? I asked him. No thanks, Ill come by after my shift. Shell be here all weekend anyway, so it works out regardless Bobby replied, as though we were just regular customers renting a regular room, and not a 34 year old naked woman with cum on her face and her son. We went to the room Bobby showed us to, and mom started. Lord Bardolf smiles warmly, extending his hand. "Mr. Doe, pleased to meet you." Good to meet you, too, Sir," you say as you grip his hand. He has a firm grip, but not too tight. You return his handshake in equal measure."Oh, please call me William. 'Lord Bardolf' and 'Sir' are just too stuffy. I promised you tea, so let's go to the parlour." He heads out of the room."Call me 'John'. 'Mr. Doe' sometimes sounds like I'm a school teacher."You both chuckle.As you walk through the house, you see. I'm getting ahead of my life. Let me tell you my story.Now when you see my body, you note an attractive, young, Hispanic female. That's not how I started. I was once a burly, white male who was at best average looking. Then I met Carrie. She would be responsible for changing my life forever.She was an angel come to life. Her long red hair flowed down her back, while her angelic face lit up a room. I was in love the moment I saw her. She just smiled and said that she had big plans for me. I. One wrapping at a time. With each layer removed the shape of her bottom became more and more pronounced. And what a splendid bottom it was. Very much an English bottom. Full and creamy without a blemish. His wife was blessed with a body sculpted by a master. Firm of bosom, wide of hip and sturdy of backside. The idea of chastising it in a sexual way made him wonder why the thought hadn’t crossed his mind long ago.“Be careful of my petticoats, Henry.” whispered Prudence. “They are of the finest.