Then, over eager, I ripped the side and threw the wet garment to the floor. Now her naked pussy was rubbing against my mouth and chin, her hairs tickl...ing my nose. The smell of hot, wet cunt filling my nose. I darted my tongue up and down across her clit. Her juices ran freely across my face.Then she was moving back. She landed her slick pussy on my hard cock, and rubbed up and down it's length several time, before grabbing the shaft and stuffing it inside her aching cunt. No condom. This was a. "Careful, William. It could be a bomb," said the guy on the floor whobrought it up to him.As he opened it, he smiled. It was his jacket. Dana had sent it back. He opened it up looking for a note. Seeing nothing, he put it on. Itfelt the same but smelled a lot different. It used to be kinda used andsweaty smelling from years neglect and wear. Now, it was all cleanedand it smelled like her.As he slipped the jacket onto his shoulders, he reached into the pocketand found an envelope. He. . Meeeeeeeeaaann muvva-fucker ... Casanova the fird!”We pan down to look at the dog, who is now on his feet, wagging his tail stub so hard that his whole back end is swinging from side-to-side... Sandra reacts to the announcement with similar excitement – as if it has re-booted her enthusiasm ... She bends forward to give the dog’s head and neck a ruffle as she says, “That sounds very inviting ... Fuck me silly and send the ex a postcard ... Is that what you’re going to do...?”She looks up at. Over the next couple of days I kept bumping into them coming and going to the bar. One day at lunchtime I met them heading for their room and they had a couple of bottles of wine, after a bit of chat they said to come up and see them later. After 5-6 pints I decided to get a carry-out and go and see them, I knocked on there door and a robed Yvonne answered and she looked a bit merry with the wine, she let me in and went to the roof terrace where Anne was. Anne was topless and got up to pour me.