. fuck meeeee now . . . please!”“Ohhhhhh. . . god, You are a whore Yashoda…..Your cunt is milking my lund…my cock….you are so tight……I c...ant stand it” he squealed mindlessly, as he continued to ram his cock deeper and deeper into the mature pussy and the pleasure was driving him crazy. The mature woman writhed, bucked and jerked, totally pleasured by the massive cock burried deep in her cunt.“Nooooo. . . Ballu…nooooo…. ohhhhh. . . your cock. . . your big LUND is all in my pussy. . . ahhhhh!” she. " With that she kissed him again and her hand moved down to the base of his shaft, stroking it a bit awkwardly. He put his hand over hers and showed her the motion he liked. Linda had told me everything that happened that night so I would not have to ask questions when they went into this slightly ritualistic dance of sex."Kneel on the floor s*s and you can stroke it and have your face as close as you want so you can see everything." His voice was a bit nervous it seemed, but that might have. However, he also found that it's hard to argue with Jane when she's looking at you eyeball to eyeball.We started off late but made Lynchburg before five. I suggested we stop here to give us time to find lodging for the night and to scavenge for food. Jane suggested a hotel with an attached restaurant. We were into Lynchburg when Bethany said, "How about that one?" It was the Kirkley Hotel. I flipped on the turn signal and went in the parking lot. We pulled up just out of sight of the road and. He moved down the table examining the array of food available and then grabbed an apple Danish. He glanced at the clock and then poured a cup of coffee. It was a thirty-one ounce cup and he filled it to the brim. After one more glance at the clock, he grabbed a second Danish, before carrying his late morning 'second breakfast' to the table.Following behind Tom at the table, the Innkeeper filled a large bowl with fresh fruit. After looking up at the clock, he poured himself an extra-large coffee.