When he made it back to her room she was in the same position. She was asleep, dreaming and mumbling, singing the same tune, “going out tonight... g...ot my girl nice and clean... looking for a man...” CD wondered what she meant. She's got her girl nice and clean? He just stared at her big booty with her thong splitting it down the middle. That's when he noticed a wet spot on her thong in a crease towards the front. His dick had been twitching since she had rubbed it in the car. Another thing he. “Ah ... well...” Keith began, “ ... um ... well ... I’m not sure where these two are either. I do recognise these photos as that tattooed couple that came in on the bus this morning ... but ... but ... where they are now ... well ... I ... well ... I truthfully can’t say. They were here earlier and now they aren’t ... beats me!”Keith gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders before asking, “But why are you asking about them ... and here of all places?”Before any one of the police officers could. Her hair reached her ass. For some time now I wasbusy nursing her breasts when we where lying late in bed. She in her nightcorset, tight and demanding, her sleeping ballet boots, gloves which droveme wild, when she was trying to caress me. My lips on her nipples where drivingher wild, but my efforts brought what I was looking for. She started to lactate.I was wild for it. Sometimes at day I would unclip the front of her dress,unclip her bra, and suck on her delicious breasts so invitingly held. By the time she was finished we were both exhausted. I don’t know how long it went for but it seemed like hours. Each thrust was so good. I don’t even know how many times I orgasmed. It just felt like one continuous one. By the time she pulled away I knew I would always want it again and again. I looked over at Anthony. He was holding the camera in one hand and jerking off with the other. “God Becky that was so hot. I am so about to cum” he moaned. Becky crawled over, wrapped her lips around.