”I reached up to the hem of his pj pants and tugged, admitting to myself only now that I’d been dying to see his cock again. I could barely rememb...er it from our drunken night together. All the details were too lazy for me to remember how it looked. Did it curve up when it was hard? What color was it? How much hair did he have down there? I wanted to see him, feel him, taste him. And I was about to get my wish.As soon as his pants were low enough, his cock sprang free and it was big. Maybe not. She explained how she had gotten into the hotel business. Turns out clients in high places put her on to the group that had a plan to suck up better hotels that were on hard times financially. They got them at distress sale values, renovated them and got top dollar for rooms and amenities. They only had a few so far but the profit was enormous."We sold two of our best last year and the net profit was greater than our entire investment in all the properties. Now all the profit is pure gravy. All. When the plane landed, it felt like next week (I think it was). Maddy sailed through the Domestic line at Passport Control, and waited for me as I trudged through the ‘all others’ line. It seemed our second encounter was about to come to a close. We both pouted a bit as we both started realizing it was back to the real world, albeit in some faraway place pretty foreign to me. I was sure it felt good to Maddy to be home. ‘So when do you meet up with Jerome?’ ‘He’s sent a car after me, I need. I already felt exposed, and I knew that even if I’d had my panties on, Bobby was seeing more of my ass than he ever had before. I reached both hands behind me, and slowly lifted my skirt up, revealing my tight little butt to the world. I was swamped with sensation. I could feel a cool breeze on my ass, and I know it’s impossible, but I swear I could feel Bobby’s stare too. I couldn’t help myself. My pussy needed some rubbing so badly that I clenched my legs together and rocked my ass back and.