When we would go out, Lynne did the driving and the choosing and it was never to any place I would likely meet old friends. She acted as though, as lo...ng as I couldn't drive, I no longer had any say in where we went. I noticed this and mentioned that it would be nice to go to one of our old haunts and catch up with old friends."Well you can go where you want, but I am driving."I also started to notice that the phone would ring and as soon as Lynne picked it up she would listen for a minute then. I saw her facial expression. It was mix of arousal, wanting more pleasure, and apprehension, but nowhere near panic. She was curious… She told me to go slow.I slowly rubbed my cock head up and down her ass crack, then found her sphincter. I could hold back no longer. I grabbed her by the hips and slowly eased forward pushing the first inch of my cock into her awaiting ass. She squealed as my cock slowly pushed her anus open. I held still a moment, then pushed slightly further. I offered to. They both broke the kiss with the same thought in mind: where? Everyone had a roommate. The condos which were their lodging for this meeting were owned by investors who allowed the resort to rent them out for meetings like this one. The real owners only got the use of their property a few weeks a year. It was off season and most of them were vacant since their group was relatively small. Each unit had an ample patio fronted by a privacy hedge. They both seemed to come to the same conclusion at. They are the sliding doors that house the closet. She sits with her knees bent, feet flat on the floor. Her rich dark hair tumbles in unkempt waves past her shoulders. Crysta watches herself, first running a slender hand through her Hispanic locks. She opens her legs. The peach of her pussy is swollen and glistening. Marcel knows too well how to bring her to aching arousal with his kisses and caresses. She is tired now, from being teased. Tight, agitated and fit to burst. Her reflection cups a.