It was dusk in El Paso. Johnny was tired when he pulled into the motel. He looked over at Elle and she was asleep, lying flat on her back with her leg...s apart. He looked her over, she was so beautiful. He looked at her crotch. Her pants had shifted up while she slept, splitting her labia to give her a nice cameltoe. His dick throbbed. He wanted her.He registered for a room with two beds. He was still a gentleman. When he came back to the truck he slung her stuff over his shoulder and picked her. In her 3′ heels she could look me straight in the eye which she only did for an instant, deep brown eyes full of sadness. Her eyes remained fixed on the floor after that. Ana didn’t offer me a smile when we were introduced. I knew right away none of this marriage business was by her choice. Ana was dressed stylishly but conservatively. That outfit couldn’t hide a very sexy body though. There weren’t any outward signs of pregnancy yet. ‘May I speak to you in private, please?’ She had a soft. When the back of my fingers brushed her pussy lips she squeezed her thighs and said "no pussy" I was disappointed but realised she had said "no pussy" not "nothing below the waist" I took that to mean that her ass was fair play. I tested my theory bu sliding my hand up along her crack and got a loud moan in response. Emboldened, I spread her cheeks wide and marvelled at her beautiful little asshole. Then almost subconsciously, I leaned forward and licked the length of her crack. There was no. The only thing she was sure of was that she couldn't reach it and she needed somebody to scratch it for her!No, not somebody. Parsons. Parsons could reach it. He had reached it before. She remembered that now. Parsons could make it stop. Twitching and itching, she struggled to get the phone and find his number. He had to come. He just had to!Oh God, please let him answer! If he didn't scratch it soon she'd loose her mind!"Hello?" Parsons? Oh thank god! Parsons, please--can you c-come here? Now?.