The journey passed in a whirl. Arrival in London, taxi to the Dorchester Hotel, checking in (she was sure the concierge knew what she was doing… she... felt so guilty) and then in the lift clutching the key to Room 342. The room was wonderful, big bed and a luxurious bathroom. She ran herself a bath and relaxed with the bottle of Chardonay she had ordered and the room service had delivered in 5 minutes. She thought of the evening ahead as she stretched out in the warm bubbles, her free hand. I can’t believe that he no longer finds you attractive.”“Well he hardly comes near me anymore,” Michelle continued blushing, “Actually, I don’t know why I am telling you all this, but I need someone to talk to. When I am feeding Mark, and I feel him suckling on my breasts, it makes me incredibly randy and I end up doing something about it myself, since Mike doesn’t make love to me anymore.”“Well I wish I could offer you some advice Michelle,” I told her, “but it seems like this is something. My only concern is Kara, because she’ll be about eight months at that point.”“My sister is looking forward to seeing you. Thanks for everything you’ve done for her.”“You’re welcome,” I said.“I may come up again in two weeks,” Ed said. “If not, I’ll see you Memorial Day.”We shook hands and he headed out of the house.April 30, 1990, Chicago, Illinois“Hi, Al,” I said, plopping down in my seat at Medici.“How’s your dad?”“Good. I spoke to him over the weekend. He started his physical therapy today,. Modeling it infront of the mirror I absolutely loved how my ass looked in this suit even with less fabric it made it look so round. To cover up I just put on leggings and a sweater. 10:30 came, he said to meet at 11pm so I left. He was going to be at the same red lion as before. Driving there I felt nervous as if this was my first time. Getting to the hotel I considered flaking, but the feeling of the lace on my skin and ass and plug in my pussy followed by the images of his cock in my head.