For me, this would be a short trip, just down Sawmill Road to I-270, then East and South to Route 33, then off on 317 which was called Hamilton Road, ...then to Groveport Road and on to Groveport proper. I had reservations at a Holiday Inn and promised to be there before six in the evening. Should be no problem. I drove, feeling the freedom to do something I hadn't done since I got out. Travel! It was still a strange feeling at times, to be free to do whatever I wanted without someone checking.I. To his astonishment, like a light switch his Compulsion vanished themoment his hand touched the ivory sun-dress. Pulling it over his head,he felt his ample bust slide into place. The bodice clung to his bodyby thick bands of lace that hung over each shoulder. The squareneckline was modest but still exposed enough to keep him cool. Thesilky bodice hugged his body before flaring out to a cotton skirt thatjust stopped at his knees. Pink ballet flats completed his look.~So it seems I have a bit of. I moaned, and took my hands away from him as I got onto my knees and sucked his cock for the second time in two days. He returned the favour, I watched his handsome face take my cock in his mouth and suck it, while his hand reached between my legs and up to my asshole. He stood up, and just like he did over a year before, bent over in front of me and held onto the shower dial. I put some soap in my hands and rubbed it slowly between his cheeks. I moved forward, my dick pressing against his rim. Timing was important.I whispered, "So...what if I said...you know...that it was okay--" but I couldn't finish the sentence before she arched her back, pulsed her hips repeatedly, and started coming. Loudly. She grabbed my head and pulled it fiercely against her breast while we both just fucked the hell out of her pussy with our hands. She really came hard. But she's lucky. She often comes two or three times. The first one just climbs a plateau, but she's not to the top of the mountain yet..