She reached down the front of my shorts and ran her hand down the length of my now fully erect cock. I moaned as she used her palm to push my dick aga...inst my stomach, leaving me speechless. Next, she gently wrapped her fingers around my throbbing dick, lightly caressing up and down the smooth shaft. I could feel my toes begin to curl, never having felt the sensation of somebody else's hands on such a private location. It felt so warm and so right, I could feel my entire body relax as I again. I think you'll find the room more comfortable for you and your wife." Well, that wasn't really necessary, but I certainly won't turn the offer down. Thank you very much, but please make sure that the champagne is on ice, ready for midnight, with a couple of glasses." Not a problem, Sir. I've noted it for Room Service on your booking. They will have it ready on time."My Dad finished signing the paperwork, and getting his credit card registered, then accepted the key cards and thanked the desk. As we were both wearing high heels, we were about the same height. This was very arousing for me. Moving my hand down to the top of her hip, I felt her respond with a subtle movement of her hand on mine. “I like you,” she whispered in my ear. I loved it, I wanted to kiss her there and then, “And I like you too,” I whispered back. Once the music stopped, we held hands together as we waited for the next dance to begin. I felt her grip my hand tighter, as if I might get away. There was an. ‘Alright grumpy chops.’ She collected her suitcase, Bernie in tow, and walked back to the house. It was just like she remembered. The walls were covered in dark wooden panelling, and rooms split off from a central open hallway. A staircase curved round the back wall and a small chandelier hung from the ceiling. She walked up the stairs, Richard in front, whilst Bernie sat patiently on the bottom step. When she got to her old room she flung herself onto the bed like she had done so many times.