I limped over as Marilyn ran towards her baby. Charlie didn’t seem all that bothered, but simply held his arms out towards his mother, who took him ...from Becky. Dum-Dum tried to climb up Marilyn’s leg to play.“What’s going on?” I asked. Both Becky and the officer tried to talk at once, with Dum-Dum barking and Charlie talking up a storm to Marilyn. I made the time out signal. “One at a time.”“Who are you?” asked the police officer“I’m Carl Buckman, and this is my wife, Marilyn. We live here.. He got up, slipped into a bath-robe and looked across at me. ‘Pop into the bath-room for a minute darling – no point in giving the motel staff even more to gossip about than they already have.’ I understood what he meant and only came out again when I heard the door close again a few minutes later. Brian and the waiter had set up the table very nicely and the sight and the smells of food made me realise that I was actually quite hungry. I noticed that Brian had ordered a bottle of wine to go. Once I was all the way in her ass, she placed one of my hands on the dildo and told me to keep it in. Then she just laid back, grabbing her legs, and let me have at her ass.The feeling of the walls of her ass clamped around my cock and the dildo in her pussy, was something I never could have imagined. I would occasionally stop thrusting her ass and would grabbed the dildo and slowly slide it in and out of her. I was enjoying the sensation of the ribs against my cock. As I did this, I. I glanced at my watch and realized it was after five. I opened the door wondering where the afternoon had gone and found Richard grinning at me."What's the matter, you've suddenly learned to knock?" I asked as he stepped inside."Oh, I knew how to knock all along," he replied, "Just liked to irritate you. You're so attractive when you're irritated." He seated himself, looking very pleased with himself. "I've been on the phone all afternoon, coordinating between Joe and Marianne. Here's the plan.