Walt stopped me."Why not put in a hardware switch on a USB device that could turn off and turn on the key logger," he said. "You know she's up to some...thing, right?" Of course, and I'm going to find out what sort of game she's playing." This was getting to be fun. Like the old Mad Magazine comic: Spy vs Spy. "You have one of those things that could turn off key logging?" Well, not exactly," he replied. "I don't really know how to do that, but I know they're out there. I have a traveling keyboard. I don't like being without you even for a week." Maybe we'd better get something to eat and get our heads back on. We can't let this worry us that much. Isn't healthy." She dabbed her eyes."Let's put on our jeans and go downtown for breakfast. I don't feel like cooking and I doubt that you do." Great idea. I know someone who will pout, though." Some days, I have to forget his problem and work on mine."They found an old-fashioned breakfast place owned by a local family. Been serving the same. I was owned by the company, It wasn't ones that wad independently owned. Well at least it looked the same as all the others of that brand to me. That led me to believe the build at least built by the company.Regardless, the number on their sign was meaningless. They might have once been $6 once upon a time, but they were considerable more on that day. Instead of checking in there we drove into town and looked for a mom and pop motel, which I was pretty sure would be run by a middle eastern. A series of rhythmic grunts escaped from my wife's lips as she experienced another orgasm. Will wasn't through and Heather was now only able to grunt with each thrust from his big cock. He quickened his thrusting and became more vocal.“Ooooh, yeah, Baby. Your pussy is so good,“ he growled.Suddenly, he thrust hard and held his cock inside Heather as far as it would go.He shouted out, “AAAH, FUCK BABY!” Jet after jet of hot cum spurted into Heather's pussy; a small squeak came from her with each.