His kink was a finger in your ass. Lisa said shed been fantasizing about sex with a guy with a very large cock. In bed, lights out, we shared penis si...ze stories. I got turned on by Lisas stories, started to rub myself under the sheets. Lisa said, You ever wanted to have a monster cock? I giggled, said Sounds hot. She noticed my voice was shaking. Are you OK? Getting ever more excited, I came, not caring whether Lisa heard my stirrings. Satiated, I fell asleep. Later, a noise wakened me. Lisa. I put $100 bill in an envelope with a big “housekeeping” note on it hoping that will alleviate the discomfort that the staff will have to embrace due to our activities.We make plans for breakfast while Bryce headed to his room for a change of clothes. Sam and I had to be at the wedding this afternoon so we made it an early one, finding a nice little café just down the street from the hotel. As we ate and sated ourselves with coffee, numbers are exchanged for possible future trysts when Bryce’s. He bent at the waist, trying to protect his wang, and dropped his laptop in the process, letting out this whiney little squeek. Then he just froze there, awkwardly in a stalemate. Bent over, with me clutching his jaw, not trying to take his mouth back, but not surrendering his cock either, leaking tears onto Margos carpet. OMFG that little squeak though. It was exactly the sort of thing that would have made me vomit two weeks ago, but now, taking liberties with him.. doing what I wanted with. His unlined light olive complexion, thin face and wide spaced eyes were bequeathed from some French ancestor that had settled in the Louisiana swamps about two hundred years ago. The hard winter gray of Jonas's eyes was the other concession to his age. His eyes looked very old. Jonas's mom said he had his dad's eyes. He didn't remember his dad. All he knew about him was that he was hiding out in the Louisiana back country in the 70's. That was when his dad met his mom. They got married and the.