My back side is not available. You pay for the room. You give me a ride back or pay for a taxi. I have a deal with the Flamingo, if that's OK with you...." It sounded like a canned talk that had been delivered many tines before."I have a room at the Grand Hotel, I just have to figure out how to smuggle you in. They are quite particular and I don't know if there is a back door we can use," I told her, hoping that she might know. Being in the trade, she probably knows all kinds of back doors, I. The man I loved was home safe and sound. Kent's body feels so good against mine and I don't want to let him go. He pulls me even tighter for another kiss, and I can feel his manhood growing in his uniform pants. Reluctantly, I pull away and gaze back up into his sparkling blue eyes. "Kent, I think we should head back to my hotel room before we do something embarrassing. "I think you are right baby. I can't wait to feel your naked body against mine." I smile up at him and take his hand in mine. "Why! you've forgotten the cherry!"Quickly Gilberte. blushingly repaired this omission, and then I felt my prick again put into her mouth and sucked with ardour! Mme. de Valencay had come back to her old place at my side, and while she finished eating the cherry she had taken, she watched with curiosity, whose pretty head was now bent down between my thighs. I slipped my arm round Mme. de Valencay's waist, - our lips and tongues met in kisses into which I strove to put the burning pleasure that. As i ate that creeping feeling of........ I wanna call it despair? I mean it'a not that bad, but i can't really think of anything else to call it so let's just call it despair. That creeping feeling of despair come over me again.I have been doing this for years now, get home, eat some shitty dinner, watch some shitty shows, go to sleep, wake up and jerk off, eat a shitty breakfeast, repeat. And then soon enough i would get a apartment, met a slightly above average girl, marry her, pump out two.