Him: Tie, suit, white shirt, shiny shoes and a lab top bag. Her: smart grey suit, blouse, hair to the back in a tight pony tail, glasses. Something yo...u saw at every airport around the world a thousand times. But we had our little secrets. She was young, quite young, in her mid-20s. Of course she would always book two rooms for us, but one would never be used. Let me tell you a bit about our little adventures from my perspective by adding little episodes together. One of the nice things after a. They just came from my pen as I sat in my seat:The words and the thoughts of someone, I think,Who works in a lab mixing India Ink.I know each bottle I buy at the storeIs filled with great words of wisdom and lore.Great poems, a novel, a play and short story,Fantasy figures and tales of glory—Thought up in front of a stainless steel sinkBy the chemist who mixes India Ink.Ms. Faber, our creative writing teacher, liked my ditty. I got an A on it. She wasn’t quite so fond of my narrative poem.“If. I began to walk away when she said how am I going to get these out I said when I’m finished me and friends can help unload for you, she looked over at my truck and noticed three of my friends pointing and shaking their heads, she smirked and said i bet. Can you follow me to my workshop i said sure, I ran in the store got what i needed and came back out to find her parked next to the truck talking with hector who was trying to look down her blouse like I was earlier We followed her for about. As the water coursed over me I began to touch myself as I soaped my body down... Big mistake!I was instantly hot with thoughts of Robert's beautiful Cock fucking my pussy and filling it with cum. I was in a reverie of mental fucking when I felt strong hands caressing my body... passionate lips kissing mine... a probing tongue entering my mouth. I threw my arms around my lover and pressed my soapy body to his... my full tits flattening against his hairy chest... my soapy mound pinning his hard.