We were doing okay at a time when the rest of the world was in dire economic straits, so we said ‘what the hell’. Throwing caution to the wind, I ...ade a call to our travel agent, packed up an overnight bag and we hopped a plane to the neon city of lights. Wanting to use most of our money for gambling we skipped on a suite and opted for a tiny room at an off boulevard hotel. It didn’t matter. All we needed it for was sleeping, fucking and a place to shower. The first night we wasted half our. It was about the same size as mine, but was crammed full of books and posters of cars and musical groups. As she kicked the door shut, she apologized for elbowing me "I figured that if my brothers think you are a girl they won't object to your being in my room, and pound you to a pulp." "What about your parents, won't they object?" I asked as I shoveled ice cream into my mouth. I was surprised when she put her ice cream down and gave me a sad look. "My mother died giving birth to me, and my. Her lips found the end of my cock, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. This girl was a pro, and knew how to suck dick. I swear she was humming a Tom Petty song along with the radio as she was taking my whole cock in her mouth. Not to leave her unattended to, I reached my right hand around her cack and started to rub her ass cheeks. Her skin was like velvet, and felt like it was on fire. I slowly edged my fingers towards her pussy, and was shocked to feel her panties were soaked. . Colleen and Rebecca accompanied me. Mr. Bell and Millie had other things to do for a few hours. Jack got a team together and we went to work.Carol lived well within her means. I was surprised when Colleen shared the bank statements. Other than essentials, Carol hardly ever spent money, especially on herself. Her wardrobe was dated, clean, pressed, and ready for use. The dresser was neat, organized and spotless. Her bathroom showed signs of recent use. She must have been getting ready to go out.