After breakfast, we stopped by our room for a minute and found the housekeepers at work. The two young ladies chatted away in Spanish and ...eemed oblivious to our presence. One of the girls was examining an unsightly blob we had missed on the wall while her companion was busily stripping the bed. The little brown maid held one of the bed sheets to her nose and said something to her friend in a voice charged with sexual vibrato. The other girl laughed and they. And then onto the reception which Susan and Emma had organised. There were the speeches, the food and a selection of jazz and dance music laid on by some of Emma’s colleagues from Harlot TV. Josephine’s father had decided after all his doubts and after a great deal of encouragement from her daughter to give a brief speech in which he wished the couple well. He hinted only obliquely that this had not really been the sort of marriage he’d expected for his bisexual daughter. Other speeches came. Being young and beautiful, she dazzled Beth's eyes, created an overgrowing lust in Beth to have her mother. This was convenient to Beth as she saw that mom really wasn't into the dating scene after our dad. She rarely went out without any of us, never brought someone home and Beth knew that mom would be lonesome. Although mom was always straight, Beth didn't give up, as she knew that when our mom drank a bit she could get really tipsy and she was going to take her chances. And her biggest. Sarah could only gulp and grip her hand restraints hard as she felt him make his move. He pulled his waist away from her body, took hold off his now solid long cock and pushed his hard helmet right into her crack. It took some force to push it in, her asshole was real tense, squeezing around his cock tightly as he went deeper inside her. Sarah groaned in the intense feeling of it. It was like a pleasing pain she felt, the strong ache felt nice to her, and she started to relax more and as she.