My heart started to beat harder and the thought of seeing her up close in that bikini was exciting me i slowly walked in to see her sitting on her bed...with a towel covering her body, her hair was wet and her shoulders glistened in the light, we got chatting about the probs she was having and asked if i had skype incase she had any more probs she could just chat to me, i said sure why don't ya have my mobile number to incase u cant get on the internet, she said hey that's a great idea, we got. I sat at the front and confirmed to the wordless driver, our destination. Denise, Carol’s new friend, was staying at the same hotel so, that was useful. Half an hour later, after driving through deserted streets and country lanes, we arrived at the hotel. The cab dropped us at the front and sped away without a word from the driver through out the journey. Denise couldn’t remember her room number and said her husband had the key, but he had left the reception earlier. To him it was enlightenment, a present from the gods, answers to questions that due to the sexual restraints of the times had not let the answers come easy, especially to those of his pubescent age who so desperately needed information. She stood blushing for a moment then started to un-clip the stockings. A little embarrassed but torn between his desire to see her sexual areas, and furthering his sexual knowledge, he stood his hand unbidden straying to his own tool perhaps for moral support,. "Yes, I will send him down in a bit. Bye." She hung up the phone and looked at me, then stood up and walked around the desk and I stood up and we kissed again, only to be interrupted by her phone ringing."Yes Craig," she said. "I don't know if she is in yet, hang on," she covered the mouthpiece. "Go see if Maureen is in, he wants her now."I stood up and went to do her bidding. Maureen had just walked in by the looks of things. She was taking off her coat and her back was too me. She was wearing.
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