One of your hands venture up along my spine, as the other continues on leading me. I shiver, and your hand becomes engulfed in my hair, pulling my fac... towards your again. We kiss, our mouths mimicking the movements of our lower bodies. I break my mouth from yours as I begin to feel the waves of pleasure building in my body. I gasp for air, look down, and our eyes link. You read my facial expressions and know that I am getting close. Our bodies rock faster together, and I feel your cock grow. She's 47 years old, slightly round but well-proportioned.We cut up pretty well while checking in, and I found her to be slightly shy but also quite coquette-ish. Our conversation became pretty wide open in short order, and I found she flirted as much as I. She finally handed me my keys and, winking, said "Anything you need, just give me a call!" I was stricken, to say the least.I settled into my room, put things away, all-the-while thinking of the excellent & arousing experience I'd shared with. More on that later too,) Cynthia told me thatDebra wanted to see me in her office as soon as I returned from lunch."She probably wants her blow job early today," Veronica said."I don't think so," Cynthia said. "She has a guest in her office." A client?" I don't think so." Then who?" I was a bit nervous now."I really don't know, Ben. I do know that she's gorgeous." A woman?" Did you suddenly forget where you work?" Cynthia asked sarcastically.Right then the phone rang and Cynthia went about her. It was also when it hit me that Ean was the father; it was his baby as well. His baby died inside of me. That just gave me another reason to hate every possible thing in my life. That food I so much wanted to eat just became out of the question. How could I eat after not only losing my own baby, but Ean’s too.Weakly, I wiped the sandwich and juice box from the dresser. I found out that without the temptation, much of the pain from starvation went away. Sleep also came quicker and lasted longer..