I ask for at least a kiss which she gives me, and then tell her we could have a lot of fun together. Again trying to keep the story somewhat short she...agrees to get a room with me after some persuasive chat. I honesty thought the chance was gone, but she changed her mind. So we leave the restaurant, and drive a few minutes to the motel just up the street. I had brought along some lube and a three pack of condoms. None of this was discussed ahead of time, but might as well be prepared. So back. " How is your place coming along, Katy? You told me that you were about to buy a carpet for the living room. Did you find one?" I did, and I didn't." I don't follow," Jessica said as Walter brought the Planter's Punch over from the bar and handed them out, then sat next to Jessica."Oh, sorry, I should have told you the news right off." News? What news?" Jessica asked, nervously."I've got this place on Wrightsville Beach." She went on to tell the couple that her Aunt Emily had passed away and. .-I couldn’t speak, I was terrified, this couldn’t have been happening. Now I could see, that the other cop was looking at my ass with hungry eyes and I could swear I saw him grabbing his cock. I tried to close my eyes and make myself believe, that I was imagining it, I was gay after all, I have seen this in movies, it must have been my imagination. But the younger cop had enough time to check my licence while he was inside the car and this one already finished checking me so why are they not. .. aaahhh... aaaahhhh... AAAAAHHHHH!” Miralda’s head was thrown right back, her mouth was wide as were her starting eyes. Miss Karena had laid that stroke precisely between the first two! No wonder that fulsome bottom twisted and writhed so agonisedly.“Aahhh... oh no...” half sobbed Miralda, head drooping. I knew she was wondering how she could possibly endure nine more like that. Yet, if she did not, she would suffer even greater pain. “Three... eeee... Mistress... “ she gasped out, rallying.