I was further shaken when I realized that no more deliveries meant exactly that and covered everything! There would be no food, no gas, no clothes. No...hing would be delivered again, ever.Bert and Ed came in. They headed for the restroom to wash up. I saw Ed waiting. I called out, “Ed, use the ladies’ room. No one is here to mind.” Ed blushed and then he shrugged. He went in.When he came out, he said, “It’s cleaner than the men’s room.”I served platters for the three of us and we sat at a table. I knock on the door and ask how long you'll be expecting it to be my cousin in the Bathroom, you open the door wearing that robe and give me the most dazzling smile, and reach your arms around my neck and kiss me, I'm totally shocked to see you for good reason, but I wrap my arms around your wonderful torso and squeeze your cute ass, as we kiss. you smile and look me in the eyes and give me a huge hug and take my hand in order to lead me to the bed (which has not only bed posts but curtains as. When we had finished our drinks, it was time to go to our room to fuck for the rest of the night, and as we walked slowly from the bar we saw several men leering lasciviously, obviously aroused from the bulges in their pants. Just as the door was closing I lifted Anne’s skirt at the back to give them a tantalising glimpse of her delightful bottom.Walking along to the elevator, with her horny pussy tingling and dripping copious juices onto her thighs, Anne told me how deliciously naughty it felt. "Oh, and by the way, it's now 2:23." Geez," I breathed."Mmmmm," Jen continued. "Two fingers over the outside of my panties now. I can feel — eek" she said, "I can feel my clit getting harder, and I can feel my lips starting to swell a bit, my pussy getting wetter. I'm pushing a little harder now," she said.For a few moments, she was quiet. My jaw still locked, I listed to the soft sounds of her fingers rubbing over the slick fabric."2:24," Jen said softly. "My pussy is definitely getting wet.