It made me start bucking up and down like a thing possessed (probably was!), and about halfway through I could feel him begin to spurt; for a while I wondered if he'd ever stop.

It made me start bucking up and down like a thing possessed (probably was!), and about halfway through I could feel him begin to spurt; for a while I wondered if he'd ever stop. Not just once, not merely three times. Each time I could feel the moisture practically slam up into me. He just kept coming, and I thought I'd drained him last night after all his exuberant pumping then! I fell to my side, he still inside. He curled up next to me, and we dozed. Somewhere during that time, he fell out, and I think that's what woke me. I shook him gently, and as he came around, I had this big smile on my face and a bit of curiosity on my mind. "Now, Larry, isn't that better than coffee Sunday morning?" <<<<>>>> Larry gave me the robe. It was lightweight and cool, just what was needed when the nights never really cool down. I noticed that when I pulled it snug it showed off my nipples, but I really think Larry liked it because when it gaped, it gave him just that little bit of cleavage that men find so much more exciting. I liked it, though, because it smelled of Larry, who much to my pleasure was turning out to be a regular. Since I would be away for almost a week, I took the robe just to remind me of him. I was running this convention--well, part of it--and hotel living is supposed to be a bit more modest than tromping around the house with nothing on. Not, mind you, that I expected to have any real time to socialize, since it was going to be a series of 18-hour days. Well, there WAS going to be this ONE dance, the second night. I at least would have enough time--if I wasn't already exhausted from two days of work AND a day of preparation--to try out the floor.

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