“Hmm, you too,” mumbled Kevin as he turned away. Kevin put his bag in the car. All he could think about was Madison Hotel, room 206. He knew where...the hotel was but was unsure what to do next. He drove around for awhile, thinking. He stopped for a coffee, still thinking. He stirred the spoon in his mug, monotonously, staring down at the whirlpool of dark liquid … all the time thinking. Finally, he knew what he must do. He drove towards the Madison Hotel and entered a parking lot across the. ...he slid his hands onto her bum and squeezed it pulling her close to him,he moved his hands round to her front and popped the buttons open on her skin tight jeans she could feel she was very wet, he slid a finger into her jeans and rubbed it over her clit,making her twitch,slid his finger out and put it in her mouth she sucks of her juices ......he got on his knees in front of her and slid her jeans off,she put one leg up on his shoulder,her pussy opened,glistening in front of his eyes,� he. She stepped towards the car and turned towards me smiling wickedly and stepped towards her and pressed myself wantonly against her our mouths engaged in a deep kiss. No longer surrounded by the crowds of the airport we took our time exploring each others mouths with our tongues, she leaned back against the car as as I pressed my steely erection against her belly and my hands explored the fleshy rolls of her back and ass. She moaned softly into my mouth as my left hand wandered under her top. I don’t FEEL like I’m home. Something happened to me there. Something I can’t explain and I don’t quite understand. It’s not all Wesley.’ She sighed, pulling her hand from her friend’s arm and rubbed her temples as she started to walk again. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I hate being here! And it feels like I’ve been in the wrong place for years, and now I’m stuck. I’m just stuck!’ Tyra hurried to catch up and hooked her arm with Lacey’s again. ‘No you’re not! Silly. You make bank.