“Guys, I know that woman. You don’t want to go there. Her husband could take any one of you apart,” Jim said.“Yeah, right.”“Trust me. I’... going over to say hello. I’ll catch up with you later.”Jim walked over to where Tiffany was sitting at the bar and the rest is written elsewhere, so I won’t repeat it here, except to say that Jim was very surprised to find that a bar in a Red Roof actually stocked Plymouth Gin. In fact, this was the only Red Roof he’d ever stayed at that even HAD a bar.At any. I finally got her to talking about herself, and things just kept clicking into my over stressed and under utilized memory banks. Considering that my personal brain computer was so obsolescent it shouldn't be surprising how long I took to put it all together.Suddenly I sat up from my habitual lounging position and almost shouted, "Hey, you're Fancy Girl!"She grinned at me, "I wondered how long it would take you to figure that out!" You must have given them my nom de plume when they set up. They were fucking, and fucking, and fucking, and as far as they were concerned, the rest of the world could just get fucked. Fred seemed to cum with such and explosive force that even I flinched and when I blinked my eyes, it seemed like a flash went off. He pulled out and shot a stream of cum on the outside of her pussy, and I saw another flash of light. Then a third. I looked around quickly and saw my neighbor Rob with his camera standing just inside the back door.Flash. "Hi, Tim. I hope you. ... to try to lighten the mood, I guess."I'm sorry mom" I said softly. I was finally all the way in the bag but now my cock was pressed against the soft, firm left cheek of my mother's ass."Don't be silly. It's my own fault that my sleeping roll got washed away and who cares if we don't have clothes on. You don't have anything that I haven't seen before. Right?" She was still shivering badly."I guess you're right." I said. I ran my hand up and down her arm and shoulder trying to warm her up..