She got up, went to the guest bathroom and ran the water until it was warm. Then, using a wash cloth, she cleaned up.She had to sit on the toilet and ...rub off again, before she felt satisfied.Then she went to the living room, still naked, closed the drapes, turned on the lamp on an end table, and picked up the book she was currently reading. She read four chapters before she felt sleepy and rejoined her husband. She would have read more, but she kept thinking about what Miranda had said about. He sometimes stayed the night on the twoseater, but he was way too big and his feet stuck out over the end. She had a good sized double bed, of course, but she wasn't sure what message that would send. He was, after all, an 18 year old guy."Junior?" she said, "I really need some shut eye. Do you really want to sleep on that couch? It doesn't seem comfortable to me." I'll be alright." Look," she told him, "I've got tons of room in my bed but I don't want you to get the wrong idea." Umm, sure,". "Not really. I have a catalog index number for it, but I don't know where the real-life catalog is or even what the medium is. It's like so kind of disk extender app, but what it's extended to, I haven't figured out yet."I nodded. "OK — no pressure, but you're kind of the go-to guy for this phase, Brock."He nodded in turn, his young face serious. "I know. I'll figure it out."After some back-and-forth driving recon, I settled on the Hilton Garden Inn on Lewelling Boulevard in the heart of San. She felt safe with me and she could fulfill her desires with me. We hugged again and I unclasped her bra in one touch. There they were out in open her massive boobs dying to be sucked and manhandled.I was freaking out with excitement and sexual pleasure. My lips were busy with her lips. My left hand playing with her boobs and right hand gently entered her panty. She gave a shriek and it was wet and dripping. I pushed my finger and made slow motions in and out of her honey pot.I was playing with.