I crouch down again and slam into her once more. Her pussy is so soaked now, and still slightly gaped from her fisting earlier, that I bottom out with... little resistance. Splosh Splosh Splosh, the most disgusting wet sounds, my cock entering sloppy cunt, my thighs slapping against wet ass, a pool of piss sloshing around in her soaked suitcase full of designer clothing beneath her. The smell is outrageous, and I can't get enough.I grab a foot again, rip off the sock, toss it casually on the. Therefore I can kinda see her phone. Well I notice her looking at pics which seemed to be nudes of herself. No I wasn't sure because obviously she's not beside me and I can barely see her phone. My mind starts to race. What if she's I did see what I thought I saw? This is too good to be true. My cock starts to rise and become noticeable under the table. I'm sweating with anticipation. I need to approach this girl, BUT HOW? I have 15 mins or so before my meeting begins. What the hell should I. That night I didn’t invite anyone over to visit because I thought she would be too tired to enjoy a lot of loud company, so we sat on the couch watching TV and talking about things. Over the next few days it was a mixed bag; sometimes we had friends over and sometimes not. On the nights when we were alone we’d be on the couch watching TV and talking and, each time, we would find ourselves sitting a little closer together. For my part, I knew what I was doing. I was testing the waters, trying to. Outside the organization they worked for, nobody knew the two were related by anything but their legal marriage."Here..." Paul gave Wolfgang a sardonic smile and took his martini away, sipping from it slowly before giving it back. "See? Perfectly safe. You guys are gonna need more than one though..."The American raised his hand and despite all logic, a smiling young waitress in the Hilton's green and gold livery appeared almost instantly to take the man's order. Paul was completely oblivious to.