My breasts were hanging out of the chemise by now and he reached forward to grab them roughly as he fucked me with ever increasing force. As he tugged... and squeezed on my nipples, I could feel myself getting closer again. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans and noise of our bodies slamming together, his balls slapping against my ass as he thrust deeper into me. With every stroke, I pushed back to meet him, hearing his satisfied grunts. I gripped the walls of my pussy around his. The guy looking back at me, trying to see into my soul, was nobody I recognized.Yeah, the features were familiar. The mustache was right where I had left it, the preceding morning. But, I had never brought a strange woman home, ever before. Not in my bachelor days, not at all since I had met Annie. Hell, since I had met Annie, I hadn’t even looked twice at another woman.Well, it certainly appeared that I had given THIS woman, considerably more than just a second look. I suppose that I had to. Then I went to get the remote which I strategically placed in middle of the bed so that I would have to climb the bed, thus giving him a perfect view of my ass. I could tell by his muffled groan that he was enjoying it as much as I was. I told him to check why it wasn’t working and took his hand and sat him on the bed. Then I said try and fix it I will go in the bathroom.Then on my walk to the bathroom, He turned the tv on and said it is working. I feigned surprise and turned around saying how. At first, I was going to avoid him, and then I decided there was nothing he could do in the crowded baggage area anyway.I went over an introduced myself and the first thing he asked was, "Do you have some identification?"I showed him my driver's license, and asked him the same thing basically, "Do you have some identification and why are you here?"Laughing, he gave me a letter addressed to me and then pulled out his wallet and showed me his driver's license. His name was Tommy Morris. I moved.