.. They lost some luggage, too ... Call the Sands and get us a room for the night ... Then come around in the morning, say at nine, and pick us up ...... Oh, thanks ... You’re a dear ... Bye ... Say hi to the girls ... Bye.” Turning to Jennifer, she said, “Let’s get a cab and get out of here.”The ride to the hotel didn’t take long at all. Margaret told her niece she had some clothes she could wear. They would freshen up and go down to the bar for a few drinks.The room was nice, not large, but not. It was a Friday evening when I returned to the building by driving my way through the back roads. I parked up aside the building and stepped out of my car happily, with wry smile, and an upbeat swing in my step. I came to a teal-colored steel door and to the right of the door was a complex hand reader. After pressing the palm of my hand against the hand reader a few red flashes appeared from it with low hums from the reader. After a few moments, the machine lit up green and beeped as the latch. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open the door but what he spots inside the room is nothing like he expected.He sees two people on a bed. One of those is unmistakingly fucking the absolute shit out of the other. Currently tightly hugging her pillow is a blonde on all fours taking it from behind. Her round and plump tits sway with each powerful thrust. Having her face buried inside the pillow and screaming her lungs. ” “I haven’t seen him.” “He doesn’t even visit her anymore,” Norma said, her smile fading for a moment. “Why?” “Because she is not fuckable anymore.” “Nice way to put it, Norma.” “I heard him saying this, “she explained calmly, then added with a broad smile,”well, is your curiosity satisfied?” John winked at her and nodded. On the way back, he ventured another question: “How long has she been in that bed?” “Nearly three mouths.” “Wow. I hope she will get better soon.” “No one knows.