“Wha-uh, what are you doing?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. His shaggy brown hair hung in his eyes. “Hey, uh, Kylie,” he said quietly, �...�Come here.” He grabbed my hand roughly. “Ow Brandon, stop it.” I tried to pull my hand away. “Nah, no come on, it’ll take like, a couple minutes.” He said trying to convince me. “But I have to go to the bathroom!” I whined loudly. He dropped my hand.“Well…okay.” He grabbed my upper arm this time. “Let’s go.” He began to push me to the bathroom.“Brandon, what. Detective Nick Saint would take him seriously after this.He straightened from his task, pushing the sweat out of his eyes with one sleeve covered arm. He moved carefully, repositioned a little here, fixed a belt there. Finally he stood back and admired his work.She was almost perfect, almost. He went back and pushed open her eyelids with his thumbs, holding them up until they stayed. The lids still weren't quite right, the eyes didn't quite capture the expression he wanted, but it was damn. Her husband seemed reluctant to follow her, but I suppose with some soul searching he stood and said. “Thank you,” toward our table and he trudged out behind her.Dezi dropped her slip in her lap and scooted her chair back to the table and finished her French toast. Her knees back to a foot and a half apart. The man returned took Dave’s card which he has printed our room number 414 and 7:30 pm.We still don’t know his name, nor do I think Dave cared. He had no problem having a complete stranger. She took each of his balls into her mouth and sucked them making him gasp. He stood her up turned her around put her against the bus and inserted his hard stiff cock into her wet pussy. He started to fuck her slowly at first and then banging hard and she moaned and almost screamed in pleasure. He didn’t go on too long though as the built up excitement over the eve made him blow his load. He pulled out she knelt down in front of him and he sprayed all over her tits and stomach.They sat that way.