Would have argued that. Coreen ran because she was experiencing what would someday be termed as “the fight or flight syndrome.” She was excited, s...ared, and horny, so her body just reacted. Fighting wasn’t really an option, so she fled.Jack, on the other hand, took up the role of the pursuer. After all, it isn’t really fleeing if you’re not being chased.Coreen ran to the place she felt the safest in - her bedroom. But a bedroom, by nature, has a bed in it, which was her undoing. She was trying. “Kiss the back of my neck, my throat. And slip your other hand under me. Touch my tits. Please.” There was a little bit of desperation in my voice. I didn’t mind her hearing it. In fact, I wanted her to hear it.“Just like that, keep going. Now… gently, gently, slide your finger up and down, see how wet I am? Get it nice and wet and push it… slowly, yes, oh, god, just like… into me…”She was trying to go slowly, but I could tell her excitement was starting to get the best of her. Not that I. The humans should not get here for another five minutes or so; I had some colleagues arrange some obstruction to give us time to talk."I looked at the others at the table and pulled the chair out far enough that I could tip it over backwards if I needed room to maneuver. I was now very glad I resisted Grandmother's attempts to get me to wear one of the ankle-length skirts she bought me to dinner. Instead, I was dressed in a sensuously soft pair of silk pants of a burgundy shade with a white. He got out of the truck and disappeared into the hotel lobby to rent us a room.I slipped my hand into my jogging pants and circled my fingers around my clit. I couldn't wait to see Allen dressed like the lady I've always wanted him to be. I hoped he wouldn't disappoint me but he rarely did.An elderly couple pulled into a nearby parking spot. I was glad Allen's truck had tinted windows so I could finger my pussy in private.Damn...what is he doing in there? Flirting with the desk clerk? I.