John took a picture of me coming out, then told me to wait while he locked the door. I knew there was no way back; my lower belly tickled and we went ...along the path in the direction of the woods that would give me at least some shelter....It seemed endless before we reached the woods but, by then, I was less nervous and being naked started to feel normal. We started chatting and enjoying the surrounding nature on our walk as we normally do. As we hadn't been there before, we did not know where. And I know you want it too - your hand is already unzipping me, discovering me without underwear just as I discover the same with you. You’re already wet for me. You always are so wet for me - and that first push of a finger through your outer lips into that incredible heat and wetness - makes me throb again. You feel it, because you’re stroking me now - firm, long strokes, building speed and pressure. And you can’t take your eyes from where the purple head of my cock disappears into your palm.. "Scott decided to follow Mr. Piotrowski up to the suite. He read the papers, and then went for a walk. Shortly before nine he stopped by the room."What time should I be back by?" he asked.Mr. Piotrowski looked thoughtful and replied, "I'd say no later than four? Now go have fun, that's an order." He was smiling as he said it.Scott went down to the lobby, and found a chair with a good view of the front doors. Mr. Piotrowski had said that he would recognize his guide so he shouldn't have been. Same shit…’ ‘Different day.’ she giggled. ‘I thought you were off tonight, Marsha. Need some last second milk? Eggs? Or the usual Italian loaf?’ ‘Nope. I’m here to say, thank you.’ came around the counter with her, joined by eyes seen only hungry wolves and mad generals. She was wearing a t shirt featuring some band I didn’t know and fairly short shorts with sandals. I don’t think I’d ever seen her outside the drab Roger’s uniform, blue polo and khaki pants. Her hips were exaggeratingly.