On the fourth day I rode under an interstate highway, so I decided to stop at a chain motel with high speed WiFi. The room price was twice what a Mom ...nd Paki motel would have been but I could use all the Internet I wished.I used the time to do some window shopping on line. I wasn't anywhere I planned to stay long enough to have a package delivered. So looking was all I could do at the moment. I had been drawing since I left home for New York. By the time I checked into the motel I had a. She prepared sandwiches and more lemonade. The house was comfortably cool because of the air-conditioner. She was very excited, thinking how wonderful things were turning out for her.When she carried the platter of sandwiches and frosted pitcher of lemonade into the living room, she saw that her son was sitting next to Sandra, his hand under her dress, feeling her little cunt. She smiled at them, sitting the food and drink on the coffee table. Sandra was no longer as shy as she had been at. It was a heather grey knitted jumper-dress, while beneath a pair of black tights added some extra protection from the bitter cold outside.Nicole’s confidence had seemingly grown since they’d moved to their new home. He could see it in the way she dressed and how she styled her hair and make-up. Her outer beauty, which in his eyes had always been there, was now on show for everyone to see. She looked comfortable in her own skin which she thanked him for, but Nathan was too humble to consider the. Faintly I could hear Alyssa moan “Fill me baby!”, though it sounded as if underwater. My body shuddered and quaked as I melted into the couch my cock flexing over and over, barely aware of my surroundings or Alyssa’s body slumping on top of mine, her head on my heaving chest. Slowly, my senses returned to me, as though rising from a deep sleep. The sound of my own breathing punctuating the silence before my eyes cracked open, glimpsing the top of Alyssa’s head and the softly lit ceiling. I.