Plus. of course, a different sort of entry for hubby's journal.I showered and got dressed. Peter was still naked and looking at his notes when I reapp...eared. He told me that he had enough material from me and that he was looking forward to completing his "guide to ex-pat living".He took a memory card out of his camera and together on his laptop, we looked at the photos he had taken. Firstly the ones for use in his article, and then the ones of me posing. He was a good photographer too."These. Nothing was sacred and everything was soaked in lust and deceit and was constantly scented with sex. If Sean didn't realize then, he was clearly the stupidest fuck in the entire universe because everything was practically in plain sight.Sometimes Fiona wondered if she should feel bad, but for whatever reason, she couldn't. Not in the way that would make her regret anyway. Those few fleeting moments of feeling guilty somehow just increased the intensity levels and made her orgasms. Mark was still frozen. Silently, the man continued, and very gently pulled Mark’s knees up a little and opened his legs wider. This is the last thing Mark wanted. But things got worse. The man’s finger moved from below Mark’s balls to the thin stretch of denim covering Mark’s ass crack. As he rubbed, he pushed the lotion-soaked fabric aside, and Mark knew his private, private space – my butt crack! – was now exposed. To a stranger! To Mark’s even greater astonishment, his dick got rock hard,. It has a King sized bed, small shower/bathtub, a small table and 2 chairs, and a TV. I pour you another glass of Merlot. We are feeling the effects of the wine and our conversation has turned from idle chit-chat about other xHamster members to the reason you and I are in this hotel room together. I’m becoming increasingly aroused as I watch your chest heave as you laugh at my jokes. You place your hand on my forearm and I feel electricity shoot through. You do to as our eyes meet. We lean.