Her long, blonde hair pulled slightly back, her big, blue eyes and long eye lashes blinking at me. Her full lips covered in pink lip gloss against her... tan, smooth skin was almost inviting. My eyes moved down her body to her beautiful, big breasts that formed an amazing deep cleavage in her red tank top. They were so big, and held perfectly in place by her bra, I couldn't tell if they were enhanced or natural. Her hips were barely covered by her white, tight jean shorts, showing off her tight. The feel of her mouth and lips was divine and I groaned as she worked her tongue around it, over the tip, flicking it then sinking deeper on to it, she had told me she could deep throat and I wanted to see when she would show me how she does it everytime she came up she was starting to go deeper, I could feel the tightening at her throat, then all of a sudden she swallowed it all, her lips right around my base, the feeling was immense, I couldn’t help but grab her hair and fuck her face the way. Lamar picked up our case of wine, I rearranged myself, and we left. The drive to the Hotel Menger was uneventful. Uneventful because I closed my eyes, and when I opened them we were parked in the entrance turn at the hotel. ‘Sheryl…Sheryl..’ Then we were walking through the hotel lobby. It was a grand old hotel, more than a hundred years old, and the lobby was huge, built when guests would gather there before air conditioning. Antique furniture, Persian rugs, the place was as nice as I hoped it. Inevitably she met other people walking their dogs. They were all so friendly, as were their dogs, that she really looked forward to meeting them. That led to the inevitable.“Peter?” she said one evening. “Now that everything’s safe and even though you’re back at work wouldn’t you like to get a dog again?”Peter looked at her questioningly but Caroline bounced in her chair.“Brilliant!” she exclaimed. “They’d be fun to have about the house. Penny could exercise them during the week and we all.