After that I got out of the shower. My cell phone I had forgotten to pull out of my pant pocket along with my wallet must have still been in the pants....I grabbed the towel and tried to wrap it around me but it left a section exposed. Instead of having my ass hang out I moved it so my side was exposed.I went to my room and didn’t see my duffle bag. I looked in the living room, no bag. I picked up the house phone and dialed her cell number..“Hello” her voice was cheerful.I said almost panicked.. Chances are the combination of vibration rates would be a little different for each woman but why couldn’t a microprocessor measure and record her body’s responses and learn what brought peaks to her excitement levels? Just as we men (well, some of us) learn to be good lovers, this toy could learn what it takes to make her day! By the time we got to our hotel both Rosalind and I were soaked and horny. The Presidential Suite was amazing! It was larger than the home I grew up in. The suite had a. My favorite time of year was when we got to visit thecabin, when I was younger I kicked and screamed when we'd leave. As, Igot older the departure never got easier. Connor had already gone inside, throwing his luggage on the bed. Igently sat my suitcase down. The room was exactly how I remembered;the king size bed shoved up against the wall - a blanket folded neatlyon top of it, two night stands tucked against the wood bed frame. And,the huge window on the left side of the wall. I tore the. “You want my cunt, don't you?” she said, getting raunchier. “Yes and you want my cock,” I said, moving forward, pulling her hand from her panties, pressing the head of my hard cock against her panty covered pussy, pushing harder, feeling the barrier of her wet panties. “Jerk off,” she said again, louder, as I pressed my cock harder against her pussy, moving it slowly up and down her drenched panties. She slid back slightly from my cock so that she could reach her hand back inside of her.