They might have stopped there if I hadn't made the case that I was her husband, and had given them permission to fuck her many times before, plus if s...e got upset it was my idea. We closed the d****s and made the bedroom so we could barely see. I put some lube on my finger and rubbed her pussy lips going slow until I was working my finger inside her. I got the guys to take turns so they saw that she was really out cold. Neither of them wanted to be the first to see if pumping her wouldn't wake. "I guess. But, I was wondering. I can see you have a room. Could I stay with you tonight? I'll pay you for the space. At least until I can get home," he said.I looked at the table and saw the room key sitting there. I did have a room and there was room for him. But I was still cautious."Let me see your ticket, please," I said.He handed me his boarding pass. Taylor Hughes. New York to Denver. I handed it back to him."I guess it will be okay. I don't think the hotel will mind," I smiled. "I'm. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man before me reaches for the woman he is.No need for liars of light -- lamps or lanterns.He knows I alone will show faithfully his beauty.He will reward me with shuddering tears of joy.I am the centre of his cloistered life.Every night he decorates himself for me alone.In me, a pock faced middle-aged man becomes a young. I thought it was a strange time to be asking that. I was gentleman enough to always offer warm, wet washrag after the deed, never before the culmination. I told her sure, and with her still impaled on me, I reached into the little cubbyhole beside the sink and grabbed a hand towel.“Do you want me to wet it” I asked?“No, put it under you when you sit back down. I think we’re going to make a mess.”Hmm, I’d had women who creamed copiously as they got excited, but other than running down their ass,.