I licked her with some finesse - having been taught at a young age by an older lover (but that is an entirely other story for later telling)."Oh god y...ou are good" she moaned as she wiggled her hips against my tongue.I glanced up to find that she had untied the robe to reveal her ample tits which she was playing with at the moment. She was cupping them and tweaking her hard little nipples. I slipped a hand up to join hers, pushing up under a nice rounded tit before creeping up to flick her. However, despite the luxury I am very horny and longing for a sexual encounter.Before I leave for home I am determined to have a sexual experience in this city. Two nights ago I used my vibrator and fantasised about a range of scenarios as I worked toward an orgasm sitting naked on a chair in front of a wall length mirror.Perhaps a much younger well-hung man? Or two men? Or a man and a woman? Or even another woman? I fantasised as I slowly teased myself to orgasm. Watching and enjoying in the. Could a love so strong be destroyed by the end of life? Could I go on without her? In life, our love, our lust for each other had been strong. I could not keep my hands from her, nor my lips from the sweetness of her kiss. She had returned the fervor of my love, my lust. The intensity of us belonged immortalized. No love had ever been stronger, hotter. No flame of love had ever been so intense. I lay there in our bed, and I could see her, more, I could experience her. The sensations of my life. ” She paused with a spoon of ice-cream before her mouth, “You’ll be wasting the room, and maybe a night you’d never forget.” “It’s already been a night I’ll never forget.” As Rob was leading Betsy from the restaurant Chuck pulled me aside. “We can follow them to the hotel. If your friend sees you going into the room, she’ll think the worst and won’t have anything to harass you about. If you don’t go up there, she’ll remind you for the rest of your life about how you wimped out on Prom.