Every city there would be women waiting at my hotel to get a piece of me and I gave in. I think Clair knew about it, but I don’t think she minded as... long as she got to spend my money. ‘Well, there was this as I grew more disenchanted with my home life I went to my lawyers to talk about divorce proceedings. Fool, that I am, I told Clair about it afterward, and she made a tearful plea for me to give the marriage another chance. She said that we could start a family. At first I wasn’t receptive to. The clock on the desk read 5 am and I was drained from the fucking I had just received. I sat there in the cum covered bean bag chair with dried and fresh cum all over me and still oozing from my well used holes. Jason smiled at me and apologized for how our little orgy had gotten out of control and he offered me one of his beers. I some how pulled myself up and joined them on the small bunk bed, sliding between them and opening the beer as I took a long swallow. I leaned back against the wall. Craning her neck, she looked directly into her vagina for the first time in her life. She mused out loud with a chuckle, "I see why some people call it a 'vertical smile.'"She felt that now-familiar vibration between her legs in response to her musings. There was no question that her pussy was trying to tell her something; all she needed to do was focus and maybe she'd understand.She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and relaxed her arms. As the muscles between her legs started to contract. ” He chuckled. “Where does the time go?” I looked up at John and raised one of the corners of my mouth up into a flirtatious smile. I reached my hand out to his. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you, Mr…?” He returned my small smile, his eyes sparkling in the dim light, and took my hand. “Don’t worry about that, you can call me John. It’s nice to meet you too.” His hand was warm and a bit rough, and my skin burned with excitement when he touched me. My eyes ran over his face, lingering on his lips..