. umm..." I chuckled, "...are you alone?" Don't laugh. It's not funny...Yes I'm alone." Well, have you tried calling the hotel desk?" I tried that. It...s late. All I get is the answering machine." I heard her struggling with the door."Damn! It's my nice summer skirt, too!" Oh Kimmy, I suppose all you can do is call 911." NO! Forget it. I'm not calling the fire department because my skirt is jammed in the door latch." An long pause followed. We were both thinking the same thing."What top are you. “Stop…Stop…soooo sensitive” as she pushed my mouth off her throbbing clit. She pushed me back and climbed up on me. “I need this cock!” as she slid down on it in on motion. I groaned and so did she as her warm pussy hugged my throbbing hard on. Having just cum, I knew I’d be able to last a while as she began to ride up and down on her son’s cock. “Oh, my son, I have always wondered what you would feel like. As I fed you with these nipples I used to dream about you climbing back inside me.. Linda fell to the ground, collapsed into a pitiful torn and broken heap and for long moments I was sure that the blood flow would never stop and she would bleed out to her very last before our eyes. But she somehow got to her feet and smiled at the demon. Her breasts regrew before our eyes and they were as perfect and flawless as ever before.With a cry of anger, the demon-lord leaped up from his throne and with a great might swing of his clawed right fist, struck Linda’s face with the explosive. Her nipples were stiff and erect by then. Leaving her blouse open and breasts exposed I moved my hand further down. She easily let me put my hand under her skirt and answered with a suppressed moaning when I started fondling her already moist labia. Two of the men watching us suddenly moved closer – we noticed one was even rubbing his trousers.This public play continued for a while and I was certain that my wife was well aware of the situation.I always had an easy job arousing my wife manually.