My other hand strays to a breast, cupping and gently squeezing it as I watch his hand move to his jeans.I break the eye contact with him and lean my h...ad back and close my eyes, one hand still on my breast and the other holding the beer bottle firmly against my cunt.“I don't think Darling this is what was meant but it does feel so good. Curved and Hard.”I hump the bottle like a horny brat knowing that his cock is by now as hard as the bottle.I again sense movement and quickly hit the bottle. As always, we arranged separate rooms. Most of our encounters coincide with business trips for one of us, and we tend to keep a low profile in public. I took a fairly standard room, but as this was Myna’s ‘show’ and the activities would take place in her ‘place’, she booked a large two bedroom suite. Myna arrived the day before I did and, after checking in the following morning, I met her at the room just before the noon-hour and she greeted me warmly. She looked fantastic, as always, and was. Her new breasts still bounced when she walked but not as much. and shecould feel their weight pulling down on her. Her hips still swayed andshe felt very self-conscious because now all the men she passed stared ather tits and ass. There was just one problem with Jake's fantasy of beinga natural woman. He wasn't then and she wasn't now, sexually attracted tomen. As she found the restaurant, she became increasingly aware of thepanty liner in her pants and it was starting to itch something. One part of my anatomy was working far too well. Every morning, I awoke with Stacie spooned against my back, her warm little body pressed against me and her arm over me. That and the fact that I was aware that she didn't wear panties to bed contributed to my waking with a raging hard on. If I didn't have an erection when I woke up, the closeness of Stacie soon brought one on. I soon developed a routine: get out of bed trying not to wake Stacie, take a dump, get into the shower, jerk off, shave.