Stephanie quickly retreats to the kitchen to regain her composure. No one has ever been so bold with Luis sitting just a few feet away. The feeling of...being felt up like that in front of her husband was exhilarating and she can feel her juices beginning to flow as she becomes more aroused. She leans against the counter, opening herself a beer, hoping it will help calm her nerves a bit. Stephanie is not much of a drinker at all but tonight she might need a couple to help remain relaxed during. I swear.” “Fah real.” “Yeah. I’m serious.” “Okay cool!” Ced pulled in the parking lot of his hotel. He handed a keycard to the coach and said, “Go in to Room 127. Text when you shut the door, but don’t put the latch on.” The dance instructor shot back, “Okay!” Ced got the text. He exited the vehicle. When Ced opened the door the coach was sitting on the couch that was in the room. Ced announced, “Let’s have another drink.” The older coach slurred, “I’m already lit. I don’t need another. Plus I. Please!" She felt him hesitate, then remove his hands from her ass and grab her hips. "Yes! Please! Please!" she cried out as she felt the head of his penis gently touch the outermost lips of her vagina. But then she felt a pause, and the cock started running up and down her crack, rubbing its length and balls against her dripping slit. "Oh! Please, please," she whined, "Drive your long, stiff shaft into me. My pussy is so helpless, it's just waiting for you. I'm dripping, I'm so wet!". The rest of the trip, she acted like nothing at all happened. (Oct 27, 2017) We’ve been back from our vacation for about 4 days and Emma calls me on the phone. I tell her that her sister is out shopping. She tells me that is ok, because she wanted to talk to me anyway. I ask her what she wants and she tells me a hinge is broken on her hutch, and could I stop by and fix it for her. She lives only 20 minutes away so I tell her I’ll be there in a few minutes. I grab a small tool bag and head.