We walked across the lobby to the hotel bar, sat at a table and ordered a red wine for her and something stronger for me. We settled in, made small t...alk about her flight to Connecticut and drive to Springfield. When her wine glass was low, I asked her if she wanted another. “You don’t have to get me all liquored up,” she said. That got a laugh out of both of us and broke any tension that might have been between us. “Did you get a room?” she inquired. “I did,” I answered, confidently. “Is. . well, that was a different matter entirely. That was a problem I didn't even want to think about.As I fell asleep I began to wonder if I could just get the women different wigs to wear, one for 'Kathy', another for 'Trixie' and maybe even one with ponytails for little 'Katie' too! Nasty, but it would make keeping track of my lover's alter-egos much, much easier.We enjoyed a fairly quiet Sunday and for the most part just puttered about, rested and watched silly movies on TV. Last night's. “Oh, Ben, that was wonderful. Thanks so much. But what can I do for you? Would you like to smell my finger? My boyfriend likes my smell.” She put her finger to his nose, then slipped it into his mouth. “He likes the taste, too. Do you?” The smell and taste of a woman nearly drove Ben wild in his unbearably horny state. Hayley looked down at Ben’s throbbing erection, which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. “Well, since you tasted me, can I taste you?” Hayley asked. Without waiting for an. She felt so powerless and under his spell, and wanted so desperately to feel him inside her. But then she felt his hot breath on her clitoris. She moaned a little louder, and arched her back, raising it toward him. When she thought she could stand it no longer, he put his tongue on her clitoris. It was so warm and soft and it just kept moving, moving, moving. As if from a distance, she heard herself moaning and making little noises, as he kept moving his mouth on her. She could feel little.