She particularly liked hotel settings. Along with massage porn these were, she mused, one genre in which porn-star porn worked. It did so particularly...well if you were bored and alone in your hotel room and you could pay for your viewing with cash. A wink at the cashier usually made that possible. Watching movies that showed women having hotly illicit cock in their hotel rooms always turned Em on. It turned her on nearly as much as actually having hotly illicit cock (and sometimes pussy) in. ” were her first words to me as she re-entered the room. “You should go and get yourself cleaned up.” I grabbed my clothes and went upstairs, took a shower, and put on new clothes. When I returned to the first floor, Sarah and her car were gone. I made a sandwich, went into the living room, sat on the sofa chair and started to read again. I woke from a deep sleep when I heard the kitchen door open. As men are sometimes known to do after an orgasm, I had dozed off while reading. Half awake, I. Jessie hollered at her through the bathroom door, telling her she had a carafe of hot coffee waiting for her with her quart of milk and a pound of sugar. Linda smiled and then winced. Not ready for smiles, not quite yet. Soon. Smiles by Halloween sounded possible. Maybe. At least the pounding in her head was slowing down to a tapping sound now. Must be a smaller hammer.Linda walked into the lounge of her suite and sat down at her dining table. Coffee. She poured her cup half full, doctored it. On the other side of it, Shannon seemed oblivious to his leering. And that was fine with her. ‘Morning,’ Mark said indifferently. If Shannon had noticed his attitude, she did not let on. Ellen thought maybe she chose to ignore it. Better not to become involved in family politics. And, again, this was fine with Ellen. ‘You have to work again today?’ Shannon asked her, ‘It’s Sunday.’ ‘Yeah,’ she nodded and filled her mug with hot coffee, ‘Sheila and I are going to be viewing a few houses today.