There was a knock on the door. She startled herself back to reality and her ass muscles spat the dildo out. She put it on the bedside table, adjusted ...her dress and went to the door. "Who is it?" she cooed. "It's Michael, is that you Vanessa?" Vanessa quickly looked through the spyhole in the hotel door. There was a big black guy standing there. She smiled to herself and opened the door. As the door opened Michael grinned at her. "Wow, girl you look amazing. I brought some friends, are you going. “Right,” she stated in a very matter-of-fact way, “that’s the last measurement I needed. Now then….”And then before I could blink, she reached into my boxer shorts and pulled out my cock that was now throbbing incessantly. She gave me a couple of long languid strokes that got me hard and then eased her lips round me. “Oh, god!” I muttered to myself. Then in a moment of self-preservation asked, “Won’t someone come in?” Helen removed her lips from my cock and looked up at me. “No,” she replied. She also nodded.She grabbed a small purse and we left the apartment smiling happily. Rachel was wearing shorts, sneakers and a pull-over blouse. I was dressed similarly. I said, “Why don’t we go somewhere where we can walk. We’re dressed for that.”She nodded and we got in my truck. We went up to the square and walked around again. It was peaceful and we enjoyed our time. There were restaurants around the square and we ate lunch in one. We left there and went to a park and walked it for a while.. Our tongues meet and caress, your tongue guides me and teases me, flirting quickly around mine. Such a talented tongue, it has the speed of a serpent and the agility of a cat as you massage my tongue. Your legs reach up around my waist with my fingers still inside you, pressing your cunt upward, suspending you now. My other arm is around you and I grasp your cheeks, spreading them… seeking your dainty brown butthole. I massage it, gently probing it as you ride my hand, my fingers continue.