She began to clean herself up a bit with the aid of a few tissues from her handbag as I pulled my pants up and got out of the back of the car to give ...er a bit more room.“Don’t worry, Sal. I’ll get you home on time,” I grinned, feeling on top of the world.“Good. You can meet my Mum and Dad next time as we’re now going out,” she replied primly, touching up her makeup and looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.The following day, dressed smartly, I got to her house and was introduced to. "You are truly beautiful," he said, as he started to undo the button of her right sleeve, moving up the fabric and kissing the soft inside of her lower arm. "So young and sweet," he whispered. She stiffened and looked away. He took her other hand and undid the button there – ah, the damn shivers."Keep looking at Ellis, Juliana," the man insisted. "So much to learn." She returned her gaze to the woman, who was really clawing her vagina. A wet sound counterpointed her stream of moans now. Her. .. all of it?” he asked miserably.“Yes,” she said again.“Oh I’m so ashamed,” he moaned.Her head came up. “Why? For goodness sake, you were in private, in your bedroom, or what passes for it. I was the one who intruded. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”“But it was wrong for me to be doing that,” he said.“Whoever said that?” she responded. “Uncle Martin did it last night. I saw my father do it before, though he didn’t spurt his seed all over the place like you two do. He put it in my mother. “Your mom is my sister.” More scuffling. “What’s gotten into you?” And finally, a loud “Timmy?!”Bruce and Bill looked at each other. They both seemed to be thinking the same thing, ‘Fuck!’ They had been waiting, hoping for a reason not to intervene, but it was clear now. They needed to do something.While they had clearly crossed some boundaries in these last few hours, allowing someone to be raped in their hotel room was not going to be one of them.They got up and moved towards the doorway,.