... you got this!I read over your messages at the bar, I can't take the smile off of my face. I have a quick chat with the bartender as the door opens... she looks and then looks at me. She knows I am waiting for you. She raises her eyebrows and nods her head. She smiles and winks at me and I smile back at her. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My chest heaves and I feel my heart skip a beat. I hope that I just don't die right now.Then there you are, I can smell you, I can sense you. I. “Guys, I know that woman. You don’t want to go there. Her husband could take any one of you apart,” Jim said.“Yeah, right.”“Trust me. I’m going over to say hello. I’ll catch up with you later.”Jim walked over to where Tiffany was sitting at the bar and the rest is written elsewhere, so I won’t repeat it here, except to say that Jim was very surprised to find that a bar in a Red Roof actually stocked Plymouth Gin. In fact, this was the only Red Roof he’d ever stayed at that even HAD a bar.At any. I stand you up and have you bend over and grab your ankles. I admire your tight ass before placing my rock hard cock between your pussy lips and slamming it home. You cry out as each time I plunge my hard cock deep inside you,My hard cock hits your g-spot again and again. I pull out and stand you up. You grab my hard cock and walk me into your bedroom. I lay on my back on your bed as you straddle me and sink down onto my rock hard cock. We both moan as I fill your pussy up with my big cock. You. It must have turned you on, because you leaned into me as you closed your eyes and moaned faintly.Our breathing quickly grew heavy and we both knew the routine. I swallowed the fish and took you by the hands. I led you to the large full length mirror by the door that went to the dining area. I turned you to face the mirror and pulled the clip from your hair...letting it fall over your shoulders. I held you by the shoulders as my eyes met yours in the mirror. I leaned down to kiss your shoulder.