"Damn girl, you're tight. You sure you been fucked before?" I was concentrating too hard to answer, instead focusing my attention on letting him push ...eeper. Which, thank God, he did. Making short, but sure, progress he pushed deeper and deeper, pausing only to let me catch my breath. 

"How does that feel?" Words went through my mind - impossible, perfect, complete - but all I could do was moan approvingly. And with that I felt him pull back until only his head remained inside of me, pause for. At first she said, “Oh no,” as she shook her head but she did not stop looking at it even as I pulled up my britches. She stuttered but eventually said “I never could do that, sir,” she told me even though I wasn’t some old man like she was making me out to be. “Hey, first off I ain’t no old man so don’t be calling me sir. Got that?” I said to her. “Uh yes sir. So what do I call you?” she asked. “Anything you like,” I told her as I offered up a smile. That night while we slept in our beds. She whipped it off to limit the damage and revealed a lovely pert pair of tits sitting in a pink bra. They'll be fun I thought as I followed her to the bathroom after pulling my jeans up to make walking easier. She smiled in the bathroom mirror as I came in and said 'you watching me clean your cum off now, a gentleman wouldnt do that either'. I laughed and replied 'no I've come in for a dump, be quick you don't want to be in here when I'm doing that'. She smiled and replied 'I do a few hours in. .." She looked at her notes. " ... Alex is her name, paid to stay one night. Is that correct?" Yes," I said. They needed to turn up the air conditioning in this room."Good. We talked to Alex a short time ago and she said the same thing." You talked to Alex?" Yes. Does that scare you?" No," I quickly responded. It didn't scare me but it definitely made me nervous."So why were you and Alex staying the night in a motel? What were you doing?" What does it matter?" I said grumpily. "I thought you.