Get your ass over here and have ‘em ring me when you get to the desk. Ok?”I heard my boy get in the 4Runner, open the garage door and drive away, ...heels screeching.“What the fuck is going on?” I wondered.An hour or so later, Guy took a call from the hotel desk, and my son came up to Guy's room. I don’t have all the details, but as I heard it later, they fucked. And fucked. And fucked.As Guy told it to me later, he thought he was fucking me as well as my oldest son. He told me that as he was. When I did, I felt his stiff erection press against my lower back through the loincloth he was wearing. I realized that the loincloth was the only clothing that either of us was wearing. It excited me even more to confirm that I had the same effect on Daniel that he had on me. With his two fingers just inside my opening and the other hand covering the ouside, Daniel massaged everything between my legs. Finally, my hips started to buck to his movements, the drums providing my rhythm as. He's not only good looking, he is a great listener to, he seems to be really in tune with me. We take each others clothes off, sex in front of the fireplace is so romantic. I am so turned on at this point, he lays me down, starts kissing me with soft gentle kisses, making his way down my neck and to my tits, a little lick and suck on each nipple. As he kisses down my belly, he is rubbing and squeezing my tits. I am getting wet in anticipation of what is about to happen. The closer he gets the. He tried to shake it off. He'd even lost track of time, but the sun was streaming through their window. A few minutes ago... or was it an hour, he'd heard someone in the hallway and a door close. One of the twins, no doubt. He looked at his watch... 7:45. Christ, he couldn't lay there any longer. Maybe... maybe, if he went and talked to Jenkins again... at least, stalled him off... but that wasn't going to help him at the bank. And Jan was still too loaded to try and make sense with. Fuck!.