" "Oh. The whiskers?" "Among other things." "Oh, right! The bathroom! It's up stairs." "One bathroom in a hotel?!" "We used to use an outhouse," Joe C...arson volunteered. "It hasn't been used for a while, but-" "I'll show you, Mr. Douglas," Bobbie Jo said, leading the way into the hotel. "Thank you, uh, Bobbie Jo," Mr. Douglas said, following. "It was my idea to finally connect the bathroom plumbing to Hooterville Waterworks!" Joe Carson called after the retreating man, getting out of his chair. He weeps too, his moisture lubricating us. He pulses against me. I glide slowly, minutely, up then down. Outer sex, I’ve heard it called. The tingle races across my skin, never staying in one place. I extend my neck, hoping he notices that I want him to kiss me there, pushing my breasts out with nipples that so painfully need to be touched. I hitch my outer leg slightly over his to give him greater access. With my inner hand, I part my lips, so my clit can’t hide like it so often does. ‘Come. Giles took off my pullover as I pulled down my jeans. I was naked and standing before him. He pushed me slowly down on the bed and began to stroke my cock. The feeling of a mans hand on my hardness was fantastic and being a man he really knew how to wank a cock. I moaned and lay back. His other hand stroked my thighs.I was close to cumming and Giles expertly brought me to the edge before easing off. This went on for about half an hour and I was begging to cum. After a few more minutes he. I wasgaining ground on him. I looked back, and just as I did, I twisted my anklefrom these stupid heels. I wound up on my hands and knees, my shaven kneesc****d on the pavement.He was on me in a second. "OK, bitch, time for you to get it." I could hearhim roughly unzipping his pants as he held me down against thesidewalk. With his left hand, he reached under my skirt and pulled mypanties down just enough to expose my asshole, and with his right hand heput his huge, hard cock in place. With no.