I thought, oh no I've gotten into the wrong room.I stammered, "I'm so sorry; I must have gotten the rooms mixed up. I thought this was room 269." This...is room 269," she said, and upon comparison of check slips, we discovered that the registration desk had mistakenly assigned both of us to the same room."I will go down to the registration desk and get another room right away," I said.She chuckled and said laughingly "You are really in no condition to talk to them tonight, get some sleep, and go. As his dick slipped between my lips for the first time I pictured the beautiful brown haired girl sitting on top of the man I so desperately wanted and riding him vigourously. I could feel myself becoming wet as he wrapped the straps of my little yellow sun dress around his hands and pulled until they snapped. My pussy was aching for him, and his cock hit the back of my throat I moaned and cried out with pleasure, an eagerness for his cock that he had never before experienced. He picked me up. Mrs Crudwright was many years younger than her corpulent husband, and appeared to be a demure, shy, and retiring sort of woman, who spoke rarely, and then quietly. She was agreeably formed, and walked with a hint of swaying hips.Crudwright did not improve on closer acquaintance, and remained the self-important and discourteous blow-hard I had first encountered at the British Museum.On our first evening at the British Embassy in Lisbon he dominated, monopolised, the conversation at dinner,. I'm not sure about my mother either." I took her hand."Now, we have a few things to do. We haven't eaten and should though I don't think either of us want much. I need to get a little money from my account. Finally, we need a place to stay for tonight at least. I fear that we will be there more than one night because I don't think this will go away in the morning." Warren, I didn't plan that well but it all sounds good to me. I just want you with me to protect me. I know that today you did the.