.. connection with the music of my home. It has everything for me. It is the saddest and most beautiful and most uplifting music you’ll ever hear.�...“Hmm, that sounds amazing.”“I think it is,” she said, as she pushed her chair back a little further. “It is getting warm!”“Told you,” I said.She smiled at me. “Perhaps I won’t have to move in with Heather. I’ll just make friends with the stove here.”“There you go!”“Look, here they come,” Muireann said. The touch of relief in her voice turned into a. They politely inquired about Wanda."Oh, she's still in bed," he said. "She hates to get up early. I've had her breakfast sent up to her." He paused, smiling. "Would you like to-errrr-come on up for a while before you check out?"Evidently, Wanda liked a hearty breakfast.Obviously, Roger and Tony were happy to supply it for the hot vixen.All three went up together.When they entered the hotel room, they saw the serving cart standing just inside the door, the breakfast dishes still covered.Then. Her soft hand slipped inside my pants. It felt breathtaking to have her hand wrapped around my hard shaft. My own hands were now inside her jeans and smoothing over her ass. Meg pushed me back onto the bed and pulled my jeans and shorts off in one swift tug. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. I pulled my shirt off and Meg straddled me, kissing my bare chest. She slowly worked her way down my body until her lips brushed the swollen head of my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned as she. Brushing my teeth and giving my face a basic wash I yawned as I walked out the bathroom and my room all the way into the kitchen where my husband was and gave a deep tired sigh, propping my chin on the top of his head while snaking my arms around his waist as he was standing there carefully watching an omelet that must’ve been in there for less than three seconds.“Are you still sore from yesterday?” He plainly asked, unbothered by the fact that he was now trapped in my hold.I grunted, still too.