We continued to talk but for the life of me I couldn’t remember about what. Somewhere during that conversation, I made my decision and said, “Excu...se me. I need to use the restroom. I’ll be a few minutes.”The bath was marble as I would have expected in a five-star hotel. I stood in front of the triple mirror and looked at myself. I thought, was this the last look at myself being a faithful wife? I carefully hung Penny’s dress on the door hook, tossed my bra on the vanity and rinsed my thong in. " She spokewith a voice and expression of great seriousness, as if discussing thefiner points of philosophy "Different guys like different things y'know?Some guys look at topless calendars and lads mags and things and they'dgo for a girl like me, but other guys get off on lingerie catalogues andstuff like that, and they'd fucking love a girl like you."Wynne blushed again. Lana knew just how to put things, she thought. Shewas such a good friend. She looked down at herself again. Yes, she. “No,” I whispered weakly. He slapped my ass cheeks twice, and they stung like hell. “I told you to shut the fuck up”, he shot back angrily.I guess I pissed him off, because from then on, it was no more Mr. Nice Guy. He spread my cheeks so wide, I thought he might rip them right off. With one thrust, he got his cockhead past my sphincter muscle, and he was on his way. I yelled out in pain, and he slapped my ass cheeks around some more. “Quiet down, it’ll stop hurting in a minute,” he. I reached down, and started rubbing her clit. That was the only stimulation she needed to start squirting everywhere. Every inward thrust made her shoot a stream of cum into the air. Some landed on her, some landed on me, some landed on the bed. She was obviously enjoying herself. Wordlessly, she pushed me away from her, and turned me over on my back, much like she had earlier. Also like earlier, she started to suck my dick, and, like earlier, I loved it. Like earlier, she climbed on top of me..