Although we could check our bags in, we couldn't get a room until 2 pm, unless we paid for an extra night which we thought an unnecessary luxury. So, ...after checking with the concierge about what was within walking distance, we decided to stroll down to the Museum of Tolerance, which took us about a half hour to walk there.We were told the museum was dedicated to challenging visitors to understand the Holocaust in both historic and contemporary contexts, but we found that it also confronted all. Where at first he couldn’t wait to get out of the place, away from his tormentor and the crap she brought him to eat, he soon found himself the author of a strange dichotomy where he actually craved her attention on some perverse level. So, as strangers convergent in time and place will do, they began to talk.Sam told the dowdy, small town waitress about his mission with regard to the remains of a fallen Marine he was accompanying home for burial. About the long night flight from California to. Marjorie quivered as Fred's hand casually dropped to stroke her buttocks through her thin summer dress. Oh God, what am I doing? she thought."Where are we going?" she said.Fred shrugged. "What about my place?" And where's that?" Up in Yorkville. You don't mind, do you?"She thought Yorkville was low class and she wanted to say she did mind, but maybe that would hurt him and she didn't want to do that. He seemed pleasant enough. If she was indeed cheating on Stanley, she wanted to do it with. Susie was down to her underwear. I walked towards her and put hand down the front of her knickers as I kissed her again. Her pussy was as wet as my own and she began to moan as my fingers explored deeper. She continued to take her bra and panties off as I kissed her body all over. When we were both naked we jumped on the bed together and we wrapped our legs and arms around each other to keep warm. We started to kiss again and we both got so worked up and Susie began to grind her pussy mound.