I got hard just talking to her. Half an hour later we were in the stairwell, her shorts at her ankles and her hands braced against the wall. My hands ...clutched at her hips as I pushed deep inside of her. Her attempts to be somewhat quiet made her moans sound like growls, exciting me and making me thrust that much harder. When she came it felt like a wave hitting me. I pulled her back to my chest, and found I too was exploding. I bit her shoulder to keep from yelling out, and I can still taste. The curtains drew back and Lanying’s breath caught in her throat. The blonde neighbor looked out the glass briefly, wearing only a thin nightgown, her tanned legs lit nicely by the light inside the room. Cynthia turned towards Ray, the man wearing a towel around his waist, the dark hairs on his chest still glistening from his shower. Lanying pushed a hand into her sweatpants and began to slowly play with her hairy pussy.Kissing, the couple began touching each other while Lanying stroked her. After checking in, we went to a local hole-in-the-wall restaurant before returning to the hotel.Shortly after arriving in our room, as my husband sprawled out upon the bed, I reached into my purse and produced something he had not seen before: an MP3 player. He watched me curiously, not saying anything as I also withdrew the normal-style headphones."When did you buy that?" he asked, studying the design of the small MP3 player."A few weeks ago," I answered, setting the purse aside and connecting. On those days it usually ends up with me getting my hopes up only to have a raging hard-on during the drive home. The whole way home I stroke my cock through my pants just thinking about what is to come. She will be in bed or in the bathtub cramming her hole with whatever she can find that is big enough to stretch her pussy to the way I like it. No, better yet she will be on her knees with her head buried in the pillow, fisting her pussy while shoving a huge dildo up her ass. Or even better.