. Billy! He kinda looked puzzled, maybe he'd imagined some teen with a throbbing boy-cock, or maybe he had an idea he remembered me from somewhere. No...matter 'cause he came into the cubicle and unzipped and hauled out an impressive slab of uncut cock. It was twitching and the cock skin was partly rolled over the deep purple glistening glans. Oh and there was a steady slime oozing from a deep piss slit. Grabbing my head he mashed my face into his groin, thick wirey pubes scratching and his cock. "I need to feel you" I exclaim, So I stand behind you and put my cock on your opening, the heat is unreal, how have I gone so long without this woman I wonder as you back onto me. I watch as my penis slowly disappears into you. We feel like we are as one and as I reach your deepest depths my hands grab your hips and struggle to pull you on to me even more. The first waves of and orgasm are beginning to take hold of both of us as you rotate your hips while I hold onto them with never ending. I thought about stopping searching, returning to room number "I", butthen I decided to give room "IV" a try.As I probed the door, it was unlocked. I entered the room, it was bare.It contained only the bed and the dressing table. First I thought thatthe door was unlocked by mistake, and that the room was not prepared,but then I noticed something over the bed. Then everything startedmaking sense. I dressed in the clothes I found there (the boots were abit difficult, but I managed) and went to the. "Angela, this is like the best potato salad I have had in my life, where did you get it?" Allison asked.Tim answered, "Original recipe. She whipped it up last night. And before you ask, my mother, my aunt, and every other woman we know has been after her for the recipe. She's not talking." What? No! You have to tell me. Angela, this is great. Please?"Angela just laughed. "Nope. Sorry. If I tell you, then I have to tell everyone. It's my one claim to fame. Trust me, and Tim can attest to this, I.