When he touched my clit my whole world exploded. Most of all I could still feel his hard penis slowly entering my nude body. “Okay…okay… I’ll ...ust put the head in, okay?” he had said. We both knew it was a lie. I could still feel as his monster cock as it went deeper and deeper and how warm it felt, how hard it felt, how full I felt. In particular I could still feel how sweet it felt. I had never felt like that! I remember thinking that there must be a smooth limb of a tree buried in my cunt. . " That seems rather drastic." I finished my drink. "Maybe you shouldn't ask." But I'd regret it forever if I didn't take the chance."I was already beginning to think the same thing. "Well, I'd better say yes then. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."He had rhythm. He had style, he had grace, he had energy. And he was flexible enough for my mind to wander a bit. By the time we danced through the next half dozen songs, I knew I was taking this man back to my hotel room. It would be a mistake.. I told him that we left the bag in the trunk and that I wasn’t going to put in dirty underwear on in the morning. Besides I left room for his too. He said that’s right, we don’t have any PJ’s. I confirmed I always sleep naked anyways. His last words before the shower was to ask what was he to use to dry off now that his towel is under my panties. I told him to use the hand towel hanging on the rail and with that I clicked off the light giving him a good visual of my breasts as I reached out. . “Tell you what, though, Carole, I may be able to help you to make up your mind without actually telling you what to do. Would you object to a bit of ‘magic’?”“Oh, Kat – if I can’t trust you, I don’t know who I can trust!”“Just a moment, then.” Kat left the kitchen for a few moments, returning with a couple of rush mats. “Come with me, love.”It was a particularly nasty evening, not freezing, but raw with a fine drizzle, so Carole followed her out into the garden with some reluctance – neither of.