”“Um!” I stammered and grunted in shock with a questioning look.“Taylor, I didn’t bring you in here to get the couch wet but to talk about u.... I sense that you will not initiate that discussion. I want to know why and that will probably initiate some other talk.”I was at a noticeable loss. I said, “I’m not good at this kind of thing. Misty, you know I was married and that she died of cancer. Before we had started going together, I hadn’t much any experience. I’ve only dated a few times since. .. I looked at the note.It was neatly written in feminine handwriting on hotel room stationary.It read:I will return to your room at 8:30pm. I expect you to be wearing theoutfit I have laid out for you. When I enter I expect to see you facingthe door and bent over the ottoman with the anal toy inserted up your assas deep as it is designed to go. Feel free to wear whatever makeup youfeel appropriate. Do not attempt to lock or bar your door.M.My mind raced; a hundred different scenarios running. Slowly I worked the tip of my finger into her. By now, she was licking the tip of Spade’s cock, driving him crazy by looking up at him through her mussed hair, promising him more, while her other hand gripped Sean’s thigh through the hospital sheets as if holding on to him while I penetrated her with my finger. She lifted her left knee and slid onto the bed, pushing her ass out at me as she crawled toward Spade’s cock and slid it between her lips. One stockinged knee was now between Sean’s legs. The difficulty Daniel had was to find the really good ones, but he clearly had a really good one tonight.Liz though knew time was limited, she wanted to move things forward so she asked if he would like to see the room she had booked, which basically was a more lady like way of saying "are you ready to fuck me". Daniel responded by smiling, picking up his glass and following Liz through the bar, eyeing her lovely curvy bottom as she went. A desperate MILF he thought, he had himself a gorgeous.