I didn’t want to get his nice furniture wet, but he obviously didn’t care. I walked into his living room and sat down on the big leather couch. It...squeaked as I got comfy. By now, water had soaked through his shirt pretty thoroughly and it clung to my curvy frame. While standing, his shirt was long enough to cover passed my booty, but as I sat down it didn’t quite make it. Sitting down and crossing my legs covered my bits, but my bare, milky thighs were exposed. I’d make due.“Bit of a. He checked the fridge and found two bottles of beer left so he made a note to Shelly to get more as soon as she got there. He kicked off his shoes and lay down on the couch. His side and neck still hurt but he could move slowly without too much pain. He had just settled down when the door opened abruptly, slamming into the wall with a crash."Well, I see you are all better and back in your shithole. At least one of you fucking backstabbing bastards is up and moving. Too bad your lover is still. But I was asking lots of personal questions and she didn’t hesitate to answer. All this time my tools was hard and sometimes it was hurting me to come out from my underwear.But suddenly she got a message from her husband that he met all his friends and will be in front of the office in 10 minutes. Then she told me she has to leave as he will be back in 10 minutes. I don’t know what to say that’s why I said OK because I don’t know what else to say. I never experience any like this before. She. I checked and found that these weren't really too much more than the plain rooms and thought it might be fun to splurge. I didn't say anything so I could surprise Matt. Instead I reserved the Arabian Nights one and shut down the connection.Then I turned to Matt and said, "I found us something. It's reserved so we don't have to worry about it being available. About another forty miles." He didn't ask any questions and just then our meals came.Following my directions Matt left the interstate and.