.Smith, Jess Smith, thats me...".Oh no, shut up Jess, stop talking, you are making an idiot out of yourself."Well, no rest for the wicked, I better ge... on, lots of stuff to unpack and sort out, see ya"."Do you need a hand....?" Christ, shut the hell up, what was I doing, I didn't know the guy, he could be anyone, he is anyone."Sure, it would get the job done sooner, and then who knows, I could take you out for dinner or something to make up for spoiling your afternoon"."Ok, lets go then".What. It took a while but everyone was now satisfied with their knowledge. My dad said, “That explains a lot of things.”My mom said, “I think it makes everything even more romantic. Rudolph seems to be nice and you two seem to be more in tune with each other every time we see you.”Karen smiled at her. “We have two good examples of married life. Mostly, Brad and I talk. That’s what we’ve always done and it works for us.”My mom grinned. “That’s what you call it!”Karen blushed but didn’t respond.The. "Absolutely," I assured her.The man in the convenience store was a typical clerk. He was someone I wanted to ask for his green card. I didn't, but it was hard not to be a smart ass. Osborn brought the beer up and I paid for it. We got back in the truck and went to the hotel. The two young men were in the parking lot waiting by the entrance to the hotel. We let them inside and they followed us up to the forth floor.Once inside the room, the one with blond hair took Osborn's top off. He buried. Beth had my cock in her hand again, and she had a bear trap too. She was stroking my cock slowly but hard. Her fist banged against my groin with every stroke. I like it a little rough too, so I lay back and let her do her thing.Soon enough she had me going off the falls, drowning in an orgasmic Niagara, fighting to find my breath. She didn't let up when my cock started to spasm, shooting ribbons of cream into the water. She lightened her pressure but kept stroking until my cock started to lose.