He did not have a fever. With finals and one research paper still not written, having her son get sick would be disastrous. “No, I just keep thinkin... about stuff,” he said. Her son, Kenneth (whom she called KJ), was way too serious for a little kid. But then, he had been through a lot. Truth was, they both had been through too much. Most of it had been beyond her control. The rest of it had been an effort to gain control. Regardless, he was strong and seemed to be emerging from their ordeal. As we passed through the lobby, the concierge came over to Caitlin."Good even Miss McDermott. It is very good to see that you are feeling better and that you are up and around. I hope you will enjoy your visit to our hotel. Please be assured that we will use the ultimate in discretion regarding your presence here."I led Caitlin to a nearby chair and returned to the concierge. Moving him out of earshot of Caitlin I asked, "Who in the hell knows we are here, and why do they care?"He. “Oh fuck, that was good!” she exclaimed. My lips and nose was covered with her juices. I was happy for her but my cock was thick, long and ready for her ministrations. I had hoped to get a nice blow job from her but she had decided that what I wanted wasn’t necessarily what I was going to get!Taking charge, she rolled me onto my back. As small as she is, I’ve always been surprised at her strength. Of course, I was a pretty willing participant. In a blink she had me on my back and my flagpole. Emmitt’s mind was clicking.“Maggie, crawl up in the loft there and get a bunch of that loose hay to put in the trailer for the calves.” Rising up, she stepped past Travis and started up the ladder. Travis, right beside the ladder, looked straight up her baggy jeans as she climbed. Watching her tight, hairy pussy climb the rungs, Travis couldn’t resist. He reached in his jeans, straightened his rock-hard cock, looked over at Emmitt and nodded, “You got a deal” he whispered. Travis turned and.