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  • I actually did have another idea in mind that would make the night even more memorable, but kept it to myself. “You’ll see,” was all I said. Amanda let that go. “So what time is our dinner reservation?” “6:30pm. If we hurry up and leave soon, we can check into the hotel first and get dressed there. It’s only a few blocks from the restaurant.” Amanda smiled, and I realized money that she was more delighted with my surprise that she had been letting on. My ultimate plan was beginning sucking to take form. Approximately 2 hours later, we arrived at the hotel in downtown Center City. As I pulled our car to the lobby entrance, a very well-dressed valet immediately hurried out and opened the door for Amanda, assisting her out. “Good evening, madam. Sir. And welcome.” The valet was around our age, I surmised. “Thank you,” my wife replied, staring at the luxurious hotel behind him. Another attendant, this one much older, approached with a luggage cart. “That’s ok,” Amanda told him. “We just have overnight bags.” “It’ll be my pleasure to transport them inside for you.” “Thank you, but we can manage them on our own.” The luggage attended actually appeared crestfallen, but he simply nodded and wheeled the cart away. Amanda and I entered the hotel lobby as the valet parked our car. Once inside, her eyes took in the opulent surroundings. Giant crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, and the marble floor gleamed pristinely. Everyone around us, including the hotel employees, were sharply dressed. “Uh, babe. Are sure that we’re in fucking the right hotel?” “Of course. I wasn’t going to wine and dine you at a fancy restaurant only to sleep in a fleabag motel. Tonight, we’re going 5-star all the way!” My wife was ecstatic, but blushed self-consciously. “God, I feel so underdressed here.” I grinned impishly. “Then you better hurry up and change!” We quickly checked in and took the elevator up to the 25th floor. I opened the door to our suite and led my wife inside. The suite was felt as flashing though it was almost the size of our entire house, and everything was immaculate and plush. The entire interior felt sterile, as if it had been cleaned and reality re-cleaned several times. The way she fucking was grinding her legs together and smiling and giggling to herself, I could tell she was really horny and would definitely beg me to fuck her when we got home. Obviously to do goody, goody things again. When I entered the house, I could smell sucking something cooking in the crockpot. I was happy too – this project was a lot more stressful than I thought it would be, especially during the performance. She has a cracking sense of humour, can laugh _at_ and point out very perceptive things about _other_ people’s actions and motivations, and even blush. Over and over. I sprayed on some axe to mask the smell of sex and walked out of my room. They defer attention from his little side jobs here, because he not flashing only is a top mechanic, but steers a lot of work to the dealer’s garage, also. Her ample ass was jumping there and milking this poor boy. “Well, I’ll take your word for it on the kissing,” I say laughing. What do you say? “If you want, but I daren’t wear it outside the mobile home because it will attract attention and people might start thinking that I’m not a little kid.” It contrasted with her dark-brown skin. Not to worry, I’ll call IT for you. I had the bigest, hardest hardon I've had in years. She giggled as Michael pushed his money middle finger into her tight, smelly, dirty, asshole. “That’s Sara; she’ll be waiting outside.” Lucilla replied. The tension faded, and Candy's countenance turned. Then I saw another man not far from the first man. I told Ryan who looked and reality said, Now, sit between my legs". But Alex really wasn't "sorry" at all. His shoulders slumped noticeably and he lowered his eyes to his plate. He said that was the only time in his life that he wished his cock wasn’t so big. Black hair, brown eyes, kinda like one of those baggy hoodies…”
  • “ That's really crafty! I'll plan it as soon as I can. I'm not bringing her round again though. I think she's got fucking money the hots for you and I don't want you fucking anyone else!” “He he!” sucking I laughed. “Look you'd better go and change your knickers now before Harry wakes up” “ He already is awake. Something must have disturbed him” “ I wonder what that was Rhiana” I said sarcastically, “You'd better go now Honey. Speak soon. Bye” “Bye bye my sexy man. I love you” “Love reality you too Rhiana. Bye” Two weeks passed and Rhianna was on the phone again. “Hi Rhiana How are you” “A bit happier now I'm talking to you my love” and she did sound happy! “Listen, can you keep Tuesday the 26th free. Mum wants to take Harry to see her sister but I said I didn't want to go. You know how I hate her. We could have more or less the whole day together. Would you like that?” “ I sure would Rhiana” What time will you get here?” “ As soon as I'm sure she's on her way I'll be round in my Pyjamas. She'll think its an ordinary day if she doesn't see me getting ready to go out.” “Does that mean I'm going to see you without lipstick?” I asked ironically. “Don't be daft!” she said. I'll have some nice new underwear on under my 'jamas and some clothes to go home in”. “You've got it all planned then?” “ It's fallen into my lap really and its an opportunity not to be missed my love” “That's nice Rhiana. How's your love life?” “I've been seeing a guy from St Albans for a month. We haven't even petted yet. He's either a gentleman flashing or he's scared of making the first move. Early days!” And to make it worse, the part that I wished could be reality, was actually a dream. Abandoned and hopeless, flashing she fucking was not even out of her teens. This wild surge shot through me. My pussy clenched. He was initially taken by surprise when he realized that his hand had come to rest on the smooth skin of her upper leg. The muffled moan around his cock was sucking a sure sign he was on to something so, taking encouragement, he started money massaging that area with his mouth, varying the amount of suction and occasionally flicking it with his tongue. Every stretch she made drove me wild, the lightest film of sweat catching the light, the contrast of her raven hair against reality her alabaster form. He brought the stream higher, his face twisting as he forced out more piss. Karen's vagina was nice and snug. I noticed the panties and Fern saw me looking. “Now you’re blushing again, you don’t strike me as the shy type, Angie but if you’re not happy with the way we play, then you only have to say.” Trust me."