"Ooh. Shit. This is how it feels. The feel of a good dick in my pussy. Oh, yes. Been so fucking long." That's a travesty." You damn right it is. Girls... like me used to get fucked twenty four seven. Oh, those were the good old days. Shit. That's it. Go deep. Go deeper until you hit that spot. Oh, yes right there. You are so sexy." Yeah? You like that young dick inside you?" I love the feel of young dick inside me. Oh, shit." You like being fucked by a young dick." I fucking love it. How does it. We loaded up into the elevator and headed up to our room on the 16th floor. The man assisted us in getting out bags into the room. Again, I caught him starring at my wife as she was bent over getting things out of one of the bags. I looked over at my wife and realized as she was bent over you could see all her ass and glory unobstructed view of her naked ass and pussy. I felt a sudden rush of heat running down to my cock seeing my wife like this and this guy also getting a view of it. She. He tried covering himself up with a cushion. I pointed towards the back door but he shook his head. He waved me away. Maybe not such a wimp I thought. I took my phone out of my pocket and pretended to take a picture. Now one could see clearly who it was. He shook his head again and continued to wave me away. Calling my bluff, eh? So I really took a picture and turned the phone round to show him. He looked undecided then. I pretended to stop and think. Mr Graham I thought. I showed him my. To be frank, part of me wondered if Jill was some kind of toxic, self-destructive habit that might feel good at the moment, but caused suffering later. It wasn’t that she was bi. So was Consuela. It wasn’t that she was polyamorous to say the least. Again, so were Consuela, myself, and by now perhaps even Karen. It was that she was a hothead with serious issues controlling her rage and other impulses at times. She could be perfectly normal one minute, and then crazy as fuck the next. I began.