She was sprawled out on her back and I could see a bit of her white panties because her dress was sort of pulled up.Instantly I was rock hard and I kn...w I couldn't pass this opportunity up. This was the moment I had dreamed about and it looked almost too good to be true. I quickly locked the door. I nervously shook her a little to make sure she was out cold. She looked like she would be out for a while. When she didn't respond I lifted up her skirt to get a better look at her panties. I could. Kelly’s own backside was smaller as well as more muscular and tanned, but each lady had a fine booty in her own right.Sure, it was strange to see my own mother’s bare bottom as well as that of one of hers and Dad’s intimates. Even so, I reminded myself that I was already involved with Becca Haven, my very own sister. If I could fuck my big sister and her girlfriends, I could look at Mom’s tush as well as Kelly’s. It wasn’t a bad bum, anyway, as I previously noted. I could see the appeal of her. Either that or it was one of the security guys he recognised. Anyway Jack told me that he and a pal of his cornered the bugger outside the Ritz in London one evening. That's why I think it must have been a chauffeur, probably dropping someone off there or something. Anyway, Jack asked him about Kylie and he told them that he'd heard tell of the wedding."I got it figured that she had been intending to marry the bugger all along. Lady Minerva is just some sick little spoilt bitch, who was having. This is crap for 2 reasons: One; I want to have sex. Two; in almost every story, be it porn, a movie, a book whatever the dude is almost always and automatic Casanova-esque character; a guy that without fail is well-endowed and has women screaming in ecstasy for hours on end. Naturally almost no man will admit to being nervous or crap on their first time in the sack. Conclusively, this leaves me with a difficult conundrum, one that cannot be fixed with the age old mantra “She’s more scared of.