” I decide not to correct his mistake that we were a newly married couple as he seemed to assume, and since our ID cards shared the same address det...ils, the receptionist had obviously not bothered to study them too closely.It was a quirk that I and my father shared exactly the same name also on official documents.The Chalet was actually one of four arranged at different angles to take advantage of a particular panoramic view. They were situated on a daisy cover hill above the main reception. Lying on top of my Uncle Tim and my dad behind her. I could see Uncle Tim's cock buried deep in her pussy and she was wiggling and thrashing hard on him. Dad's had liberally smeared KY on her asshole and had begun penetrating her anus. He slapped at her asscheeks several times, as he pushed his length deep inside her with her squealing like a stuck pig. It appeared she tried to thrust in both directions, one after another, to get both cocks inside her in time with their strokes. Her breasts. "Andrew put on his coat, turned out the lights and locked up the door of the Pleasure Planet Sex Shoppe. Wendy waited until she heard the door of his car slam and the engine turned over. Then, very slowly, her eyes peeked to the left, out the window, and watched Andrew's battered Volvo putter away. Whew!"Alright, Joe, up and at 'em," she said to her partner, patting him lightly on the bottom. "Got a busy night ahead of us."Joe blinked a few times and shook his head. Realizing his position, he. Walking the streets for hours, my anger subsiding and turning to regret and finally becoming fear, fear at losing you, fear at having messed up the greatest thing in my life. I walk further and further into the night, wanting to go back to you but afraid to at the same time, not noticing the rain or the tears that run unchecked down my face, until finally I find myself near our bench and I look up to see you sitting there. Running towards you, no longer knowing what we fought about, no longer.