I tipped the gooin and only afterwards used the tissue to mop up the residue from her eyesockets and nostrils. I laid the useless knife on my bedside ...table. It was oneof those cheap, blunt ones that airlines used for meals before 9/11, and hotelsstill do. It had come with our room service tray of tropical fruits, freshbreads and a wonderful cheese plate.Cautiously, she blinked open hereyelids. Her mascara had smeared into a detonation of dark streaks.We smiled at each other.This was a special. She would go next door and give that fucking whore Barbara a piece of her mind.Arlene applied only a bare amount of make-up. She looked disapprovingly in the mirror, studying the disarranged, slept-on hair that surrounded her pretty face. She pulled the blonde strands straight behind her neck and slipped a rubber band around the knot. She looked pretty, she knew, but not as pretty as she was capable of looking. It didn't matter. She was going next door to tell Barbara exactly what kind of a. Hard. Fast. And determined. The feeling is amazing as the cum wells up, ready to explode deep inside her. “Uunnnnngggggghhhhhhh! Here is comes, baby.” “Give it to me. Give Brianna your cum. Do it!” My body trembles as I experience the hardest orgasm of my life. The kind where marching bands play, and fireworks explode overhead. As the tremors subside, she slides off. “Now… what are you going to do for me?” She says as she works her way up my torso. I had never sucked a cock before. But, it was. When they reached the restaurant Diana paid the driver and got out first. It seemed only natural for her to offer Susan her hand as she slid across the seat. In clambering out Susan felt her dress ride all the way up until she realized her skimpy panties must be showing. She looked up to see Diana's eyes fixed on her legs. Susan tugged the dress down quickly and walked in the door.As they waited to be seated Susan's mind whirled. Did Diana really look at her legs or was Susan seeing things?.