‘Yeah…’ He looked up, ‘We used to hate each other, didn’t we?’ I nodded. ‘But we still had sex.’ Again, I nodded. ‘Why did we do tha...?’ ‘I don’t know. But I know I hated you. I spent 90% of our Disney tour wishing you were dead.’ ‘But we had sex a lot on that trip.’ ‘We did.’ There was a long silence. ‘We’ve come a long way from then, I think…’ He looked up, after an awkward pause. ‘Anyway…’ I smiled. ‘Anyway…’ ‘They have free condoms in there,’ I said as I got in the car and shut the door,. I would unload inside her tight pussy sometimes two before she would leave and go home to her man.Eventually they were married and had child so our meetings became less. Sally and I would still sit and talk when one day she started showing me pictures of her son, and husband. When I finished my supper and got up to leave she asked me what room I was staying in.Now Sally and I were still having sex ,but not very often so I gladly told her the number ,and left with a smile. That night she. He was only wearing an old, thin college t-shirt and an even thinner pair of running shorts. Tim had a boner, or hard on, erection, whatever you want to call it. It was a huge one, and I have seen a few, and he could not hide it. His hand still had something in it, and I don't think the running shorts had pockets. He had a huge boner and he was standing right next to me. Of course I looked, at first thinking he had some kind of fanny pack on that drew my eyes there. I think I audibly. That wouldn't have been a catastrophe if it had happened to us; we could always walk the mile back and wait for a passing car to flag down. But that was a worst-case scenario I wanted very much to avoid. If somebody cared about the gate I'd destroyed there conceivably could have been charges of vandalism, trespassing, etc. More important, we'd be asked pretty insistently what we'd wanted down there, and we were a bit past the age where we could get away with the teenie-bopper excuse of looking.