Sometime holding her hand, sometime touching her back,All the while my boner was struggling to be freed. We returned to our room and I tried to mastur...bate thinking of her but suddenly the phone rang. It was her voice…..she said she is not feeling sleepy and would like to talk with me…We talked for a long time it might be around 1.00 am. I asked can I come to her room and we can continue with the talk…By the time we already had some horny talk and some discussion about our married life. We. She looked at me in shock then stared at my errect cock, i gasped and before i could say get out she had closed to door and locked it. I tried to cover my boner she asked "what are you doing" and locked me up and down, i was speechless i tried to mumble out some word but before I could she said "its ok you don't need to explain". She came towards me and moved my hands "wow that's pretty big for a little boy", "thanks" i mumbled out. She then sat on my lap and griped my cock and started to jerk. "I was pleasantly surprised by their response. I had half expected their confinement to inflame them rather than to calm them but perhaps Aristides was correct in suggesting that their anger was merely a form of reflected sexual orgasm and that once expressed, calm returned."Well, I am pleased that you see that you were treated justly. Let us draw a line under the behaviour of yesterday and turn instead to the challenges of today. Please sit." I waved to two chairs. The girls looked at one. I would have preferred that she not wear a bra, but, as we were going out to eat, that was her choice. She looked perfect and sexy. But for the fact that we were both hungry and that I had no food in my kitchen, I would have taken her right there and then. We drove to a college town breakfast/lunch diner not far from my apartment. Brunch was edgy. We carried on a conversation about a variety of subjects and we joked with our waitress and with each other. But there was an anxious, sexual.