The town of no tell; maybe I'd get lucky and get laid a few times. I sure could use it.We had a beautiful room with two beds. I asked for the two beds... originally it was to be a king size bed. We looked at the roster of things to choose from which were all paid for. We would have to pay for our own drinks, any meals outside of this hotel and of course gambling wasn't free. We hit the tables for a couple of hours. I lost a quick thousand and Alan a couple of hundred, so we decided to hell with. I watched the horror show, going blind to the fact that one of the women was my step-sister; as the clothes fell away and the angles changed, I saw only two women making out. Tits and legs; hands exploring… and eventually, the familiar moans. Rose was going to come. My cock was so accustomed to getting pleasured when Rose made those sounds that it demanded to be touched. Demanded. And I couldn’t resist doing the thing which needed to be done. Rising to my knees, I masturbated as I watched. I stood before the mirror, transfixed. She was there, again. She wasme. I was her. It was time to see who she was, what she was capable of.I put on a robe, retrieved my make up bag, my cigarettes, an ashtray andreturned to the vanity table. For ten minutes, I blew it dry as Ibrushed it out, excited by its new length. I brushed it, teasing itfull. I watched my slender fingers patting it, adjusting, teasing. Isaw her longer nails. My god. She was emerging further before me. The nails. After what seemed like the hundredth time of glancing at the stairs, Arthur finally took pity on her and said, "My lady, I am sure Richard is resting comfortably. However, I am also sure that he would be most grateful for your company."With little more than a quick "Bye," Megan hurried off to check on Richard.Once at the top of the stairs, she slowly opened the door to his tower room. The windows were un-shuttered and moon light gently bathed Richard in a pale blue glow. A handful of small.