The layover is always the same long 4 hours but I would be in no hurry to return home. I forced the thought of scrambling to do my hair and make-up, k...owing there would be no time. It wasn't about image at this point anyway, right? We'd both seen enough pics of each other to know. Having finished half the strong screwdriver, a fitting name i thought, as i couldn't help but grin, I was setting it down on the shelf as I could see a vague outline of him standing there with only a matted glass. I couldn’t stop him nor did I want to. It was vile and banal. It was embarrassing and yet it was exquisite in its lust. I moved closer to him and he asked me to lift my dress. As if they had a mind of their own, my hands dropped and lifted my hem to my knees, then my thighs and finally to my waist. I shuddered in pleasure as my wet knickers were revealed for his eyes. My pussy was on fire and I couldn’t stop from lowering my fingers inside the waist band of my white knickers to find my wetness. The pulsating stream of water spewed inside her, splashing against her cervix, clitoris, and vagina walls. It felt like millions of tiny fingers were fondling Francine's snatch. Francine was moaning with passion! I rotated the massager in circles, intensifying her pleasure. Her body was one massive convulsion. In her frenzied movements she kicked off her high heels. It floated, spike up in the water. I sensed my wife getting closer to her release. I kept the nozzle firmly against her cunt lips,. You stop at a red light and something has caught your eye in a parking lot across the intersection.The light turns green and you start to pull away and while you pass the hotel you notice the green car as a stuffed a****l in the back window just like your wife's car.Your curiosity has gotten the best of you so you immediately turn the car around at the next corner.You're pulling into the parking lot and driving slowly toward that green car. Your heart is beating as you see the roof and pull.