We kissed goodbye, the perfect imitation of a happy couple, and I hopped in my car and headed for Red Hook.After parking my car, I checked my email on...my phone and saw that the room number had come through. I walked the mostly deserted street for a half block before I got to the hotel entrance. I walked in the front door, and the night clerk ignored me. Clearly I wasn’t the first to do this walk. I made my way up the staircase and walked slowly to room 212. I could hear several voices inside,. . I was gazing longingly at the girl sitting next to me, Georgia was her name. She had large tits, which she left in the D-cups of her black, lacy push-up bra. It was a hot summers day so she had all the buttons on her T-shirt down and her boobs were clearly visible, almost popping out. She also had a lovely ass, the kind that is perfectly round, while also very large and firm. Not only that but the pleated school skirt she wore was so short that any time the wind blew, I could see her red. She worked the tight shorts over her waist and down her legs. Though the shorts were very short and very tight, they were made of a soft material and were very comfortable, in fact, when they were on, it felt like you were wearing nothing. She had removed her boots and socks earlier. She looked at herself vainly in the mirror. Her vagina was still both bald and smooth after she had depilated it before going into the Palace. The Sky-blue pubic hair she normally had, she was, would not start to. .. I like your hair!" Her hand went up to ruffle lightly through Tim's hair. Her eyes glinted devilishly, and Tim knew she was enjoying playing with him. She reminded him of a young kitten."Say... why are you called Dot? That's not French." Monsieur Sam... he thought it fit me... My real name is Marie- Claire. Would you like to take a walk?" she asked suddenly. "And I can show you the gardens... a beautiful day like this... you will want to see all the flowers!" She jumped up and began walking.