Milf suit attempt 3 interuption ver.

	The senses came rushing back my eyes open to the dim lighting of the motel room a familiar sent of moldy wall and the suits flowery fragrance invades the nose. The feeling of some large roundish part of be pressing against the mattress…Wait what! I shouted pushing myself up the weight of the deadly ass and heavy breast almost bringing me back down. Resting on my knees all I could do was look down at myself ignoring what could be going on around me.  My hands trembled, eyes staring down a valley of pale veiny cleavage before looking past for a glimpse down at where my manhood used to stand proudly to see some pubic hair and a puffy womanhood. A familiar temptation to feel the suit came again my new dainty hands rested on the collar bone slowly running down against the soft skin. Stopping at the breast I gently cup them. “No..way” I said taking one hand to cover my mouth. Was that really my voice? It sounded mellow and sultry like.
	“The rain in spain…” I spoke again; yes it indeed was my voice. I focused back on my breast the small curiosity was being made worse by the male mind. *Wham* the sound emitted from the Motel door making me jump of the bed and land on the floor my big ass taking most of the fall. Maybe that was some drunk? *knock* *knock* oh crap.
	Getting up was easier this time; as if this body had been mine for my whole life the weight felt natural there was even a sting on my ass…okay that really does sting. That didn’t matter now I need to cover up *knock* *knock* “Hold up!...oh crap” I yelled out, forgetting my voice is different.
	The motel Bathroom tower! It’s on the table. I rushed over not as quickly as I thought I would the swing of the hips slowed me down a bit. *knock* *wham* “Jeez asshole” I thought, bring my attention to the yellow towel neatly folded. Picking it up I unfold it and try to wrap it around my form the breast even being the biggest issue as I wrap the towel around them they get squished flooding a bit out of the top. The towel was a bit short I found myself tugging at the bottom near the crotch  to cover it  then there was the issue of covers the butt.
	*pound* *pound* ugh this asshole’s keeping me from enjoying the exploration! Awkwardly walking over to the door not even bothering to look through the rusty peephole I swung the door open.
End of Milf suit attempt 3