The case snapped shut again and it was just the three of themin the room. Carrie, Matt, and the short busty girl Greg now was."He'll need at least a c...uple hours to recharge," Carrie said andstood up. She stretched and yawned. "I think I could use some resttoo. It's been a long day." But it's not even noon yet," Greg said in a sultry high pitchedvoice."I didn't sleep. I spent all night traveling," Carrie said and walkedover to her large bag and pulled out the handle."Yeah, how did you travel. I need the truth.” The tears started. “Do you have a home?” She looked at me for several seconds. Looking, intently, directly into my eyes. She wiped her tears. She shook her head. “Do you have a family?” She looked at me again. I was sure she wanted to know why I wanted to know. She was afraid to ask. She shook her head. The tears began again. “Would you like to talk about it?”“Why you want know? I need find something for eat. I am already burn here.” She held her tummy.“Take. The night cooled after our greeting as we had a couple of drinks and retired to our room. As I was falling asleep I had committed myself to doing everything possible to fuck Diane before this weekend was over. I developed a plan in my slumbered state. It would all hinge on getting my wife drunk at the reception – which should be rather easy I thought. Once that was accomplished she would be quick to go to sleep afterward and I could then focus on meeting up with Diane. I knew Diane had her. Your friend seemed to enjoy it.”“Oh, god,” I groaned, my cheeks burning. “I didn’t think we were being that loud.”“Oh, you were,” Sara said as she set two of the boxes on the kitchen counter. She pushed the small one on top towards me. “It sounded like you and Pita were having a good time.”My cheeks burned.“So you’re definitely not a virgin,” said Tara, opening up the box she’d set down. Inside was a vegetarian pizza. I didn’t get why they had no problems with onions, green peppers, or olives..