And then she headed out, followed quickly by Gabrielle.I turned back to face my bed, where Marissa reclined seductively. She was as gorgeous as ever, ...and I felt a new stirring in my loins as I headed back to the bed."Got some of that for me?" she inquired, the hint of a smirk on her face."Of course." Are we still visiting the Playboy mansion tomorrow?" she asked me as I lifted the covers and crawled in to snuggle with her. She immediately dropped her hand to my crotch to start petting me. I. Her urging was all it took; I pulled her body hard against me, pushed deep into her, and let it start. I groaned, I tried to keep quiet, but each time I spurted into her, I let out a soft groan.“Can you keep going ... a few more ... I’m so close,” she panted.I kept sliding in and out, I could feel my prick squeezing my come out from her; maybe when she came the first time she gushed some juices, but it was getting rather wet underneath us. A few more thrusts, and she tensed her muscles, pushed. In the pre-dawn light, I could just barely make out men, women, and children exiting their homes and moving towards the square. It seemed as if the whole town was gathering there. The drums were coming from the steps of a big, raised longhouse on the southern side of the square, probably belonging to the town lord. The crowd parted to let a small group through; an elder or shaman of some sort wielding a staff, followed by a cloaked figure flanked by two white-clad women.A criminal trial. ”“You mean an old lady like me?”“You’re not that old. I mean you’re not old. I...”“Stop Bob. I’m 41 and you’re 23, so we both know we are not looking for a long term relationship. So let’s just try to relax and have some fun tonight and do what we came up here for. Now you have been working all day so why don’t you take a shower. It’s right through that door. I will wait for you out here.”Claire heard the shower turn on and started to get undressed. She debated with herself on whether or not.