”“Hmm, I didn’t know we had anything left to make a sandwich with?” Carl eyed me curiously.“Simon managed to fish out a sausage for me.” I...answered back. “It was quite a mouthful.” *My arsehole twitched with anticipation as I opened the door to the hotel room. The journey had been long and tedious, made all the more worse by the fact that we barely had time any for sex of any kind. Simon followed me into the room carrying the luggage as I walked towards the balcony doors and flung them open,. Then I noticed my comforter was pink."I stood up and realized the whole room was different! The furniture wasredwood instead of particle board; my bed was a brass four-poster instead ofa waterbed; and my sci-fi posters were gone and replaced with oil paintings.One side of me said, 'Wait-a-minute,' but another side merely noticed thatone of the paintings was crooked. I found myself compelled to walk over andstraighten it too!"So I did."And did I walk. I could tell I was walking sexy just by the. You don’t even resist when I put my hands on your ass and pull you closer to me. Infact, you do the complete opposite and grab hold of my still rock solid cock and making your intentions known, start guiding it to your warm and inviting pussy. You don’t even suspect anything when I all of a sudden thrust right into your pussy, forcing you to accomodate more than you expected, causing you to reel in pain. Except, the pain doesn’t end quickly because as your vaginal muscles tighten around my. ”Ingrid added, “Only things that fit.”Mom said, “Yeah! I shoved a bottle of A-1 Sauce up her butt and she liked the square feeling but my fist just made her holler.”Ingrid replied, “But my hand is smaller and Mom likes it.”I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Mom and Ingrid having wild sex right down the hall from my bedroom and I never knew it.With a stern voice I said, “Mom, undress and get in bed with us.”Surprisingly she did. Then I said, “I want to see you guys do it.”With three.