We changed into our swim wear and sat outside. For a change I had ordered breakfast to be delivered to us this morning so we could just sit here and c...at. As we talked I noticed a guy with a bag of tools heading towards us. I did a double take, crap, it was the guy who had fucked Sally in the toilet at the nightclub last night.He came up onto the deck and with a smirk asked, “Are you the one’s who’ve got problems with your shower?” Sally just nodded but her eyes told me she recognized him as. Suddenly, he realized his name was Denise, notDennis. That name was the one that he felt was his. He shook his head."Darn," he said aloud. "This keeps happening." Normally he would havesaid damn, but for some reason, DARN seemed to be the strongest word hewanted to say. He didn't realize this at the moment though."Obviously our minds are being effected too," Denise said, and the othersall agreed that they noticed it too. Roger bumped into Carl, who pushed him back a bit. Roger kicked. They were highly tented, and stained with precum. I waited in Heather’s room, under her bed. It was dark and a little musty. In the bed beside, Amanda breathed deeply and regularly.I must have dozed off, but I woke up to the familiar sound of a door creaking open. I saw legs of a thin, barefoot boy wearing baggy jeans.“Good evening, my lady,” I heard a young male voice say.“Oh, Cody, I’ve been waiting for you,” said Heather. “I just couldn’t wait for you to fuck me again!”Again? I thought.“I. I shuddered and ripped out of the daughter's twat. I buried back into the mother's mature pussy. I sank into her, my bush rubbing into Kathy's deflowered cunt. They both moaned into their kiss, squirming together. Kathy ground on her mother's clit, Sally's hands sliding down to grip her daughter's rump.“Oh, yes, yes,” Kathy moaned, her head lifting up. “Fuck my mom! Find her soulmate! She needs someone to love her again like dad! Give her a big, strong man to love!”“I don't decide!” I panted,.