I reached back to check my ass. As it often happens, it was still partially in my ass. I smiled as I said, “I still have one of the tightest asses a...round.” I pulled it out in the bathroom in our room. Chrissy and I changed into nightshirts and panties for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. The next morning, Joe drove me to the airport in the van. It was a small regional airport that included three daily flights back and forth from the international airport a few hundred miles away. We had. His manhood was hanging out as he slept. “Fuck, it's big!” she laughed gently.She was getting wet at the very thought of him. She had read his file; he was born into a working class family that had values and morals. He chose the life after he was discharged from the army for no good reason to make ends meet. Looking at his good-sized manhood, she could not understand why his wife would cheat on him or even report him for anything other than out of love.She needed to have him; but she did not. I moved my chair in and everyone at the surrounding tables sat down and did the same. Chantelle leaned down and whispered in my ear over the din... "You are my personal guest this evening Roger. My guest always sits first. That is your privilege." "I see..." "And Roger... Don't help me to sit unless I ask you to." "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to be rude Chantelle," I said. "I know," she winked, "let me get us some drinks." She nodded towards a waiter wearing the exact replica of what one would. From their movements, it was obvious that Becky and Kim were exploring each other beneath the sheets. Kathy smiled as Kim shyly kissed her little mistress's freckled face.Kathy scooted into the bathroom and checked to make sure she wasn't wearing panties before she sat down on the toilet seat. The dream seemed so real and so, well, weird. Where in the world had that come from, she wondered as she brushed her teeth.As she was getting out of the shower and drying her hair, it struck her that, in.