As I stirred in a bed I realized I was in a motel from the smell. I also realized I wasn’t alone in bed, once again not too unusual for me. I would ...et drunk find some one who needed to get laid as much as I did and we’d end up drunk fucking. It was dangerous with all the diseases out there and sober I would make sure I had a condom in my wallet and the rest of the condom box in the glove compartment of my car. I could feel that I was naked and so was no name, next to me, my cock nestled in the. He had had to smuggle his cock past the receptionist like a piece of industrial espionage.In the elevator, he had to face the wall to conceal the jutting rod from the elevator operator, pretending that he was having a coughing fit and had politely turned away, as the elevator smoothly rose and his prick stayed risen.Marching down the corridor, he encountered the janitor bent over his broom, and Jonathon had to bend over his rampant prick, hands thrust into his pockets, to hide the prominent. "Ok bitch, show me your tits!" Frank commanded suddenly, and Evelyn's hands reflexively dropped to the hem of her shirt, preparing to happily release her jiggly D-cups for his viewing pleasure as her familiar compulsion to show herself off washed over her body. However, after striking a pose and beginning to lift her shirt, revealing her toned abdomen to the delighted Frank, Evelyn caught herself and briefly wondered if she actually wanted to show Frank her tits with how much of an asshole he. She would climb in bed with me, naked, and literally devour me, night after night, often calling me Mike in the throes of our passion. I don’t think she even realized she was doing it. I couldn’t get enough of her either. It was obvious that Michelle was as obsessed with seeing Mike again as I was, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Finally, after two weeks of the hottest sex we’d had in years, Michelle told me that she got up the courage to call Mike. “Turns out he was divorced six months.