Summer Holiday/Spain Day 3 Susie back to my hotel

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Susie was petty drunk, and she could hardly stand up on her own - four inch heels not helping. When we got outside, she draped her arms round my neck and kissed me. "My savior," she said.

"I'm supposed to be your brother," I replied.

She giggled. "I'm glad you're not," she said. "I need a good fuck; can we go to your place?"

I had to practically carry her to the taxi rank and poured her into the back. No sooner were we moving, than she was groping my groin. I helped her extract my cock and she pounced on it like a baby on a tit. The taxi driver had a good view in his mirror and he had to swerve a couple of times to avoid crashing. Eventually we stopped outside my hotel.

The lobby was empty apart from a family with three tired-looking kids arguing with the receptionist and no one paid us any attention as we made our way to my room. As soon as we got through the door, Susie headed straight for the bathroom and stayed there for such a long time that I was about to go in and check on her before she finally came out. I was busting for a piss so I went straight in after her.

When I came out, she was already in bed, with the sheet pulled up under her chin. She had obviously washed her face and without makeup, she looked a lot younger. "What's the marrer," she said as I stood looking down at her.

How old are you," I asked.

"Why? Wont you fuck me if I'm under sixteen," she said.

I whipped the sheet off to reveal her naked body; now I was sure that she was younger than she had made out. She just lay there, making no attempt to cover herself as I scanned down, over her firm young tits; half-orange, rather than the half-grapefruit of a sixteen-year-old. Her stomach was flat, with a neat belly button and I could see no sign of hair between her legs. "What makes you think your being under age would put me off," I said, as I leaned over to nibble on a pert nipple.

She hadn't showered and the scent of sex and sweat bought back memories of