We came to my hotel room and I started the room heater as it was really cold and went to order coffee for two of us, but instead of coffee , I ordered... two pegs of whiskey not knowing even if she has ever drunk wine, I ordered and came back and told her that I had ordered drinks for us and if she will be having it, and before she could answer , there was a knock at my door and I just asked the room boy to come in.He came in with a bottle of vodka, ice cubes, soda, water bottle and a cold drink. As soon as Abby broke the kiss, Jeff could feel Abby’s pussy wall spasm and hot liquid began flooding his hard cock and it leaked out of her pussy. Jeff knew that he had already satisfied Abby. Now, it would be his turn to satisfy his own cock. Instead of the usual fucking motion, Jeff made use of the spring of the mattress so that he could bounced himself up a little. He bounced upwards, causing his cock to be nearly out of Abby’s pussy entrance and then he rammed it back deeply into her. When he told her that he needed more pictures of her, she was in the bedroom before he could even finish his sentence. She was every bit as cute naked as she was dressed; he had to admit that. Sue Ann could have easily passed for a twelve year old. Her chest was as flat as the day she was born, her nipples no bigger than the tips of her fingers, and there was just the beginnings of a shadow covering the confluence of her legs. On a more positive note, when he took the close-ups of her crotch,. Bristoll had just taken a sip from the glass when he saw Anne — obviously I have difficulty recognising her as Susan Dixon — enter the lounge. He could only stare as she stood facing him as if waiting for his approval. She really was dressed to impress.It's funny, I could see her in bed with my father, the Fosters, Connie or any of the men and women that frequent our house and wouldn't get remotely jealous, yet seeing her like that knowing she'd made a special effort to look good for a prick.