‘What do you mean, mixed signals? I thought I was being pretty obvious really.’ Andrea bit her lip. ‘Are you…bisexual then?’ she asked hesit...ntly. ‘No. Why would you ask that?’ he said in surprise. ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ she said in exasperation. ‘Maybe because most gay guys aren’t nearly as affectionate towards women as you were being.’ Derek sat up straight. ‘You think I’m gay?’ he asked incredulously. Then he started laughing. ‘That explains a lot. Thank god, your reticence was driving me. I was going to give her everything I had!I leaned over her body, hugging her as I gave her another bout of brutal thrusts. Her leaves embraced me in return, her smaller body trapped under mine as I squashed her soft underbelly beneath my abs and groin. The only sounds came from our mouths, panting, moaning and squealing as her wet pussy choked on my dick. I was getting close, my eyes shutting as I felt her thin legs wrap around my thighs to try and keep me on top of her. Inside of her.As if I. The room was a disaster area. It looked like they had unloaded their backpacks and threw their clothes everywhere. Any outrage I felt was quickly distinguished when I noticed several pairs of thongs and panties shamelessly displayed on the floor, the chair, the desk...it was wonderful, I decided, and chaotic panty display lent a sexy ambiance to the room. Not that the room needed any help in the ambiance department: On display (for my eyes only!) were my two steaming, naked, hot nieces in. "Buckle up," I said, thinking what I should do first, which was probably bonk her. But she smelled almost as bad as she looked.I took her to the only full-scale spa in town, ignored her whining, hustled her inside and told the lady at the desk, "Give her the works, especially the hair. Take care of her nails, shave her pubic hair and underarms if she needs it, to bikini at least, and then give her a good, shingled hair cut, pixie maybe, Hepburn. How long?" Give us a couple of hours at least,.