"And now, Emily?" Keep going. Slowly, OK?"I slowed my thrusts, keeping my eyes on Emily's face. Her eyes opened and locked on mine. She grinned."Nice....Just like that, Daniel." Yes."She was silent for a moment."A little harder, please."I stroked harder."I need kisses now."I complied."Fast, Daniel, fast."That was the easiest request to comply with. I was surfing the edge of the wave and the crash was coming anyway. The blood in my ears, the heat and wet of Emily, her center, her cries and her. I went to room 404 and didn’t find Mr. S. anywhere. I figured he'd be back soon, so I went into his office. Not the outer office but his private inner office, and put on a mixtape I created, for today. Hot for Teacher, Pink Floyd the Wall, and others I don’t remember anymore. He came in a few minutes later. “Trixie,” (That is my real first name. Dad was a fan of The Honeymooners and had a thing for Joyce Randolph.) “What are you doing here? Then he heard the music, and his face changed. I could. I reached out and touched it. She had soft hair, and her lips felt good. Her pussy was wet and warm. I slipped a finger inside her, she was tight. My cock began to throb. Meg pushed me down on the bed on my back my cock standing straight up into the air. She asked me if we could fuck. I told her I had not done that before. Meg smiled and told me she would show me how and she stradled me and lowered her pussy onto my cock. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever had as my cock went into. The blanket bulged and moved as Frank squeezed and pulled on her nipples. Frank had one arm around her back holding her right arm, while he manipulated her nipples with his other hand."My new bride and I are on our honeymoon, and I would like your opinion about something." Congratulations." She winked at Martha. "I kinda guessed that." She licked her lips and smiled at them."Do you think these," Frank suddenly pulled the blanket down to the middle of Martha's stomach exposing her bare breasts,.