He explained to the host that they were going to the restroom and they would be back as soon as possible.The host smiled to himself. Restrooms, my ass... You're headed back to your room for a quickie! How stupid do you think I am! They were on their honeymoon, for God's sake!As they passed through the lobby, Ward Bond, who was checking in at the front desk, spotted Diana. He tried to get her attention but she didn't see him. He noted the way she was dressed and his eyebrows rose in appreciation.. A rush of sharply inhaled air hisses through pursed lips and across clenched teeth. Her hips rock backward in response to the lacy assault on her succulent flesh but my hand simply rocks with her and maintains the attack. “My pussy. My fucking pussy is wet!” she spits it out harshly, hoping for relief. “Say it sexier, Sugar. Make me believe it,” I release some of the tension, but maintain forceful pressure. “Mmm. My little pussy is wet,” she elongates each syllable with seductive need in her. She screamed as her entire body tightened in rapture. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her toes curled and uncurled, her hands clawed at the table, and then she had no more breath to scream, but kept coming and coming as he fucked her violently, his cock touching her womb, his pelvis mashing her clit with each thrust.He had never felt anything like it. She was clamped down on him like a vise, her vagina clenching with relentless pressure as he plundered it. Sweat broke out on his forehead as. Mommy and I would like that, too.” So I did. Boy, did that ever feel good! Daddy leaned over her and kissed her some more, and I could see her opening her mouth real wide and putting her tongue in his mouth. That was wild! I’d heard some of the girls in PE say they did that, too, but some of the other girls would call them sluts, which I suppose is not a nice thing to be. It made me wonder for a minute if Mommy was a slut. I’d have to ask her about that later. Then she just reached down.