It felt like a good time for Scotch, and I picked out a bottle of 18-year-old Glenmorangie. Most of my belongings were already packed and ready to mov... into storage. I hadn't taken the liquor, not while Randi had still been in the house. But you can bet I'd box it up and bring it with me come tomorrow morning.I lost track of how many times I re-filled my tumbler, or how many minutes ticked by on the grandfather clock in the living room, but the sun had set and I was feeling no pain when the. ” I tried to ease myself ever-so-slowly onto her so I could prolong the amazing sensation, but as my lips parted and I began to moan, she thrust her hips up at me and was suddenly inside me to the hilt. I groaned and leaned forward and she took one of my nipples between her teeth, and I took great pleasure in being filled. I rode up and down on her “cock” for a bit– simply groaning and panting her name– humping her as fast as I could to impale myself on her appendage. She was soon doing her. I went to the front door and opened it, only to be greeted with a steamy, raunchy French kiss from a drop-dead gorgeous Asian woman. She broke the kiss just long enough to follow me inside and wait for me to close the door behind us and set down her luggage. Then she ripped open the T-shirt that Britta-Lise left for me before kissing and licking her way down my rather hairy chest. Before I knew it, my shorts were down at my ankles and the mystery woman had my cock in her mouth, her dainty hands. It's a good thing I'm not a man, because I'd have a raging hard-on from all of his caresses. I slowly turn over onto my back and lay back down. I'm very aware of being naked and aroused in his presence. I look up to see who my masseuse is and take in a quick breath in shock. I flush with embarrassment when I realize that it's the handsome man I saw out by the reception desk. He doesn't seem to notice my blush and continues his massage. He moves behind my head and begins to massage my.