Currently, both the big rolling door and the smaller person-size door to one side were shut tight.Pulling off to the side of the street a few feet dow... from the hotel, Taylor hopped out dragging his duffle bag out behind him. Dingy would not be strong enough to describe the lobby of the hotel, with its moth-eaten furniture and dirty linoleum floors. It was probably stylish at some point in the seventies, but its time had long since passed. It was a safe bet this hotel wasn’t used to visitors. “Get the fuck out!” Lauren said. “Nope,” I smiled. “I couldn't,” she said almost thinking about it. “Sure you could,” I assured her. “He is.” She looked at me. “This is why I couldn't be without you!” she smiled. “You know exactly what to say.” I smiled. “So, go out there and jump on one!” I laughed. She sat there for a few minutes. “I don't know anyone I would want to.” I shook my head. “I am sure there are a few that come to mind.” Again she shook her head. “None, that I would like to.” She. And it didn’t take long. It was obvious that my wife decided to give Gene what they’ve both longed for: one overdue fuck. Gene quickly responded to my wife’s lustful actions by taking his shirt and shorts off. Then, in no time he had his hands and mouth all over my wife’s big tits, and then he literally ripped my wife’s already bruised denim shorts just enough to stick a finger in her pussy. After a brief but intense finger-fuck, Gene stripped my wife’s shorts off, and then they shared as. CJ looked at Stephanie and nervously asked with a quiver in her chin, “So… what’s going on? Do I need to start looking for a new place to live? Do you and Rick want me to leave?” Stephanie franticly shook her as she quickly told CJ, “No… Nothing that drastic… well maybe not anyway.” She looked into CJ’s eyes and told her “Well... it might be depending on how you look at it and hopefully you will understand.” CJ’s heart sunk as she quietly listened to her friend. Stephanie explained to CJ how.