Why were you so reserved when you were simmering for sex?You are at the hotel reception. Simpson. Brother, colleague, friend? Why wouldn't you have th...ir mobile number?“You have a guest here tonight, name of Simpson. He left his credit card in the restaurant, I’d like to get it back to him before he cancels it!” What lies fall out of your mouth when you want cock.The receptionist looks uncertain, but checks the system, then goes into the office.“Mr Simpson will be down in a moment so you can. ” He ordered.“Please put your big cock into my slutty cunt!” She repeated, resigned to her fate now. “Fuck me with that big cock.”He pressed forward and she felt the bulbous head open her up, making her gasp; he was bigger than she was used to taking. He continued pressing and stretching her more than she had been stretched since she gave birth to her youngest daughter. Then he backed completely out, spit on the head of his cock, and pushed it back in. This time he kept going until he was balls. But I...” she croaked hoarsely, “I fuck everyone up. Everyone I touch, it all turns to hell.”It was my turn to be shocked. I looked for a hint of mirth in her voice, but found absolutely none.“Shit, Lara, don’t say that. Please.”“It’s true.”“It’s not!” I pleaded.She turned suddenly, looking at me with angry red eyes. “Oh yeah? Look at Julie, and how she treated you after me.”“Come on, Lara, she didn’t really—”Lara interrupted me with ferocity. “Don’t even try that shit with me, Matt. You know. Apparently, she thinks the safest place for me to learn is here, inside her. And don't even bother to ask. I have no idea, but I do trust her. I'll see you back at the Retreat when we're finished." But..." I'm as safe as if I were in my Momma's arms. Now go tell your sisters about your new job."Kissing him hard again, she turned and went through the hatch, grinning as she felt the wet disappear from her panties. Turning at the bottom of the ramp when she stepped into the snow, she waved toward.