As things worked out we were both sent to the same conference out of town for a week. We checked into the hotel (separate rooms) as at the time we di...d not know either one was attending. We met at the ice breaker that evening, things started to breakup about 11:30pm. As we sauntered off to our rooms we found we had both rooms on the same floor just a few doors apart. I left her at her door and went to my room, after about 10 minutes I decided that I was not tired and grabbed a bottle of. He had a point about everything consuming you; you could already feeling yourself heading down that path. But what if taking that time away would just make everything worse? You sat, still thinking on it.“Okay, I’ll do that.” You weren’t sure that you actually would do it, but you weren’t about to argue with Mike right then. “Thank you for all of this. I’m gonna head home while I can still drive,” you said, only halfway connected to reality.You and Mike kept talking and drinking though, and you. Evans? You love this big, thick Mexican cock in your white pussy, slut, don’t you? Eh? Have you ever had a cock this big in you, momma, eh?’Even if I could answer, and all I can really do is scream, my mouth is taken the next moment. The man who fucked my pussy first has stepped around the table and grabbed my hair. He shoves his cock deep into my throat and as I gag on it, tears gush from my eyes, followed by mucus from my nose. ‘You love that, Ms. Evans, eh? You love tasting your own pussy on. At the end of the night, she’d brought him home and blown his naïve little mind. Sweet memories of that very night still gave him a disconcerting thrill. He found himself on the edge of his seat as he remembered the first time her finger had slipped inside him and dragged its way up to his clit. The phantom sensation of the memory was driving him wild, if only it could be more substantial. He briefly considered sliding his hand under the soft cotton of his underwear just to feel something real,.