‘Excellent, keep a watch and let me know when he has checked in,’ Ian replied. Switching off the computer Ian stood and headed for the stairs, ‘...I hope this doesn’t cause problems for us down the road’ Ian thought as he climbed the ancient English oak staircase looking forward to spending the evening in Millie’s arms. …………… Morning dawned gray as Michael rolled out of the large Queen Anne bed. The MacDonald Randolph was an old world hotel. Built in the 1860’s it had once been home to a Count,. The lift arrival chime sounded telling us it was time to separate our lips.“My God ... you will have me jumping your bones right here if you keep that up” she commented.I explained that we had had an audience ... hence the extra attentions paid to her.She laughed, and turned towards the women ... and blew them a kiss as we stepped into the lift.Within minutes of arriving at our room and closing the door, I had kicked off my shoes and socks, and taken off my suit jacket, tie and shirt .... Over my shoulder your legs wrap around my neck as i pull your hips towards me holding my dick guiding it to your pink pussy lips pressing my cock head to the small opening of your pink wettness forcing it in your hans groping my chest teasing my nipples shit damn babes i cant hold back if you pinch on my nipplea like that shit why your pussy so tight i had to spread your legs apart shit ahhhhh my dick started sinking into you with every thrust of my hip uhhh uhhh uhhh uhhh deeper your pussy. It took little time for Barry to turn out the light and check round while his mother at her insistence went ahead to change and ready herself in her room. It was a timorous knock on her door that heralded his wish to enter her big bedroom up on the third floor, separated from his own by the bathroom, where Celia lay her hand in her body imagining what it must be like to sleep with someone after losing hope and being celibate for so long. Trembling, Barry waited like a boy outside the heads.