Seeing that he had disappeared, I didn’t feel like doing it anymore. I ordered some room service and went to take a bath. I was done with my bath by... the time the room service arrived. After I had my dinner, I took out my laptop and started watching some porn.While I was watching, I heard a knock on my door. I closed my laptop and went over to see who was knocking on my door so late at night. I looked through the peephole and saw that it was the guy from the gym balcony. I felt scared, nervous. This place would not be good for Our Lady the Tiger. I can just imagine- Annoying stinky babies? Loud, too.We slunk away. I marked it on my map. I actually applauded the person doing this, a gene-conservation effort. I should have thought of it. I should have thought of letting the cats out. All I thought of was putting down the brain dead. I wasn't much of a leader, and history, and all my descendants (counting my chicks again) would be disappointed in me.Note to self: come back here in. I loosened the string on my scrubs, allowing them to puddle around my ankles as I pulled out my cock and shoved it not so gently into her dripping pussy."Ahh-ag-ummph!" she cried as she felt my cock filling her pussy. I briefly sensed an odd mixture of relief and disappointment as I began pounding her pussy as hard as I could."You forced yourself on your father, giving him your cherry," I reminded her. "So I'm going to force you to give me your other cherry!"I'm not sure if it was the words, or. The first hint of a possible misunderstanding only became apparent when we went up to our room and asked them how they would like to proceed.There was a good deal of nervous dissembling before the truth emerged. It transpired that Mrs A was frustrated by the lack of a more fulfilling experience than she could achieve with her husband’s penis which, she said, was somewhat smaller than what she believed to be average. For his part, Mr A felt that he might have been able to respond more vigorously.