I did as she said. Cheryl then got us both a drink from the mini-bar and handed me one. She then sat down and opened the guitar case. She started to s...rum the old Martin. Her turning the conversation towards music made me feel more relaxed. As much as I wanted her, I was not sure it was appropriate. But a hot looking young woman did invite me up to her hotel room nonetheless."That is a beautiful old Martin." I remarked."Thank you." She replied, "It belonged to my uncle."Cheryl began to explain. Her touch was soft and tender. In those days anything like that gave me a full hard on.I had to go down my underpants without her noticing to make it more comfortable and let it stand upright under my jeans. She went further after we kissed she pulled up my tee shirt and took it off.She started to kiss and lick me down my neck,breast bone to my navel.She kissed and sucked my navel.I was getting harder.My heart began to throb.Ever since I could pass sperm from 13 onwards I have to get rid of. Admiring our physical beauty.In my mind I could see what he did, a tall sensual blonde woman, mature and yet uninhibited, desiring all the thrills she could find. I saw his tall muscular body, hairless yet incredibly masculine, the large cock raised in desire. He picked me up and we were on the bed, legs entwined, my pussy wet and marking his thigh as it rubbed me gently, while I found his cock and stroked it. We kissed for what seemed an eternity, and when I regained some consciousness, I. Complicated. As alone as he was in his physical space, he was not alone in his head space. His mind wandered to the events of the past day, and his mind wandered to the last face he had seen before retiring to his sofa for the night. It had not been anyone in his apartment - they had been asleep for some time when Alex made his way back home at midnight and crawled into his small space. He had been with Daphne and had made the fifteen-minute drive home at midnight.Complicated. Labels never.