You take off your boxers and reveal your thick cock. Her jaw drops. “Holy shit! You should’ve told me you were packing earlier. I would’ve let y...u bend me over in the lobby. You could’ve destroyed this pussy in public.”“Well then you’re really going to enjoy what’s coming next. You’ve worn your underwear for too long. Time to let this pussy breathe.” You strip her down completely and shove your dick inside her pussy. She was right about how tough it is to handle.“Ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyy! I knew it. "Er... Yes please, Lynn." Come into the kitchen then."I left my suitcase in the hall and followed Lynn. One thing had changed since I was last in her kitchen. Just below the kitchen clock was that picture of Lynn and me at the wedding years ago. Lynn noticed me looking at it."I put that up to remind me that at least someone loves me. You do, don't you Giles?"I nodded. Lynn brushed her lips on my cheek."Thank you, Giles. I do need reassurance this weekend." Why now?" I asked."Greg is getting. ' Click! Of course it wasn't the original Boars Head Inn. That establishment had survivedHenry VIII, the London fires and Hitler's bombing but had fallen foul to greedycouncils and developers. A large glass and steel hotel now stood in it's place,incongruously retaining the original name. The lobby was a first year architects vision of what a traditional waysideinn had looked like in 1678 – plastics manufactured to appear as royaloak and waitresses dressed as serving wenches, their faces. Ahhh...one of my biggest weak spots are my soles, and Semaj knows this! How does he know? Because I've told him! I immediately felt his big thumbs digging into my arches and I nearly came undone. He wasn't digging them in hard, but with just the right amount of firmness. Pretty soon my whole body was tingling in rhythm not only to my grinding but also to the sensation on the bottoms of my feet!I had been playing with my boobs and nipples under Kenyan's watchful eyes...but let one hand slip down.