"Now this is my room," she told him.He immediately perked up. She opened the door and stood aside so he could see in. Inside he was confronted by mauv...e walls and a sumptuous, immacuately made double bed. A reading lamp suffused a soft glow to the room. Some photos and a clock radio sat on a small table by the side of the bed."What do you think?" he heard her say, "I like a tidy room," she told him, "you never know when you're going to have visitors," she winked."It's very nice," he told. Changing my angle so I could dig between her pussy lips again, I moved my fingers up to pinch her clit. She was now very, very, wet. She was moaning into the pillow. Angling more, I dug into her cunt. She started to turn her head left and right from the pillow but I moved my hand from her tit to keep it pressed in. I started to push into her. I pulled out and shoved in, five or six times, and stopped. “Don’t, Munna, please don’t.” She didn’t say stop this time. I fucked into her a dozen times. Instead, she said: “Oh, alright then. But just the one. I don’t want a headache in the morning.” “Me, neither. I’m not much of a drinker. I like the odd pint of beer, but I don’t know a lager from a bitter. Or a Schnapps from a Pils.” “I hope they sell crisps as well. Or nuts.” “I’m sure they do. In fact, I think the New Inn does a very nice pie and chips, though I don’t know what they do at this time of night.” However, neither pie and chips nor quiche and green salad were on Jane’s mind by. I banged her – that is the word to describe it in this case – hard, and I could tell that was what she wanted. Her hips were rigid as I fucked her. She wanted to feel the force of my thrusts. The slapping of my flesh against hers drew my attention to the silence from the other bed, and when I looked across, I saw that Kitty was now crouching over Johnny’s face, pissing into his mouth. “Oh god,” Lori said languidly. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” and with that she came to a bucking, tumultuous orgasm. I.