She was all about the "drive", just like me. She appreciated the "journey" between point A and B, the "getting there". Damn I loved this lady! Suck me...! I poured half the contents into each glass, then took them out to sit near the fireplace. I made sure I was rock hard and that just enough light shone on my bulge, so that it would be the first thing her eyes landed on (hopefully followed by her hand next, maybe her lips and tongue after that). I could feel the flow kicking in slow and deep,. Seeing as she was gone, I went right up to the door. I knocked smartly, hoping to keep this part of the journey short. I wasn’t sure how comfortable I was hanging out with Paul alone for any stretch of time just then.My knocks went unanswered, so I tried the door. Unlocked. I ditched my bike in the grass, taking care not to ruin Paul’s mother’s potted plants, and let myself in. The tan carpet was just as it always was, dusted with a fair bit of cat hair; Paul’s family owned no less than three. This time their destinationwas not Jamie's apartment, but a large and very expensive hoteldowntown. Jamie had no idea what was going to happen as Frank led himthrough the very expensive looking lobby and into an elevator. On theway Frank had exchanged greetings with the staff and from the way theyregarded him, Jamie had an idea that they knew what was going on. Theyrode a glass elevator up and exited on the top floor, where Frankknocked on the door of one of two penthouse suites in the hotel.. "I said, "This feels so good."She chuckled softly. "Yes."Ronnie opened her eyes and looked at us. She said, "Let me guess. You two have done this one before, too."Martha grinned. "Yes. You never did?" "I did, but he was a little rough."Martha said, "I like it. He feels so big in me this way."I wiped a bead of sweat off my eyebrow. "But you can't come this way."Martha said, "That's all right, it's still good."Then I remembered what Anita had shown me in that position, and I bent toward Martha's.