She let him in and left him in the hallway. She returned quickly. “Are you going to show me a few things or not?” He pushed her against the wall...and they kissed like lovers, heavy passionate kisses, fast, eager and hungry for each other. He snaked a hand around her back and pulled her tighter to him. She let herself move to him and pressed herself against him, grinding their bodies together. He had one hand in the thick of her hair and another down the back of her tights cupping her young. The waitress comes over, clears the table. Takes the knickers! Shit! they were expensive!! Waitress returns carrying dessert menus, blushing to the root of her hair. She can’t be much more than eighteen, stammering, not meeting my eye, looking at my woman like she’s hoping she’ll save her from an awful fate. The yearning ‘help me, help me’ look.We finish our meal, leave a bigger than normal ‘you poor thing’ tip and head for our room. We manage the lift before my tongue is down her throat, my. She focused on my clit and circled that little bud with loving licks. I felt a hand from behind. One, then two fingers slipped in my vagina. She explored the soft, slippery wet insides.'Wow,' she uttered, 'you're as crazy as me.''Keep on going,' I said under my breath 'more fingers, deeper.' My arousal built towards a climax. Linda bent three fingers up inside and stimulated the front wall of my vagina. Her other hand played with my anus ... the soft, smooth underside of her tongue pressed down. Slender, gorgeous long legs, pretty face, hey, what more could I ask for?"Are you really sure?" I asked one last time before it was too late to back out."I'm sure," my wife nervously twitched in her seat as she spoke, "if you are." Hi," I extended my hand to the man as the couple reached the top of the steps and started down the aisle to us, "Ted, right?" Yes," the man answered as he reached out and shook my hand briefly, then offered his hand to my wife, "and you must be Jean."I heard my wife.