It's some party", he said as Derick smiled and slide past him into the room.Cathy had told him that each suite had a sitting room and two bedrooms. He... was obviously in the sitting room of 1142. There were several large chairs and a couch, a TV set and several tables. Each of the tables had wine bottles and several bottles of booze of various types s**ttered about the surface. Derick saw two empty champagne bottles and recognized them as two of the three he had provided Cathy before she left. We hadn't seen each other for a long time and had a lot of catching up to do. He got a job at the Hoover Dam and told me that they hire anyone who doesn't have a criminal record. I might go there after we get divorced because I will have my documents then."She headed to the bathroom."I am just going to take a quick shower. I will serve it right up right after come back."True to her word, she returned in only a few short minutes with only a bathrobe and slightly damp hair.She brought the bags. Then we'd go throw up (hopefully discreetly) and call it a major victory.And so it went until at the end of one of those parties, I was arranging little bits of things (I have no idea what they were, it probably didn't matter) to illustrate some kind of story on the thighs of the girl I fancied, and planting them in her crotch while looking her in the eye. She didn't blink. We were on the same wave length.A few weeks later.We're at home. Kissing. I've been fondling her all over the place above. "Damn," Peter moaned, feeling the nice texture of Emma's wet and hot vagina, warming up his shaft, ending his cock's lonely feeling, happy to find a new warm home. "You feel so good," Peter said.Emma felt Peter’s eight-inch cock head was pressing against her hard cervix, elongating and stretching her four-inch long tight, wet, warm teenager vagina.Emma started running her hips in circles, still pressing her body against Peter's crotch, just the same way she was doing when she played with hula.