After all, they were picked up yesterday evening.I called the front desk."Hello, reception." Hello. This is room 302. Last night my clothes were picke... up forlaundry service. Do you know when I'll get them back?" Ma'am, you must be mistaken. Our hotel does not offer laundryservices."Did she call me "ma'am"?"Oh, uh. I see. Thank you, ma'am."I hung up the phone and slumped back onto the bed. No laundryservices? Then who picked up my laundry yesterday?That was that. I was now stuck in my hotel. .Now I lost my control and wanted to feel her pussy with my thing.. So I undid my jeans and undies in a go and started to tease her making her feel the tip of my penis. As I knew she was a virgin I got a lubricator and I applied some on my penis.And I slowly was trying to push it in, but I couldn’t even enter 1/4 of my thing in her. She was too too tight.. Then I suddenly pushed my penis hard and only half of penis was in her. She screamed in pain awww Rohan!!! Tears started to flow from her. I didn't know what to do with myself and staying there being a night manager for an empty hotel didn't make a lot of sense. I'd had more than my fair share of getting stubborn diesel tractors to work back on the farm so trying to get a beat-up old diesel-powered delivery van running didn't seem like a long stretch to me.I got an old semi up and running and took it for a trip to a specialty store, Lehman's in Ohio. On the way back to the Ozarks (where the family farm was) I damned near ran over. When I picked it up and turned it back over, I couldn’t stop myself from looking.Cookie’s bra was pulled down below her tits. It was still on, but it had been yanked down. She and my mother were kissing, and feeling each other up. They were really going at it. Slowly, but surely, they were moving closer to the bed.Mom was wearing something other than a bra. I’m not sure what it’s actually called, but I think it’s a bustier. Doesn’t really matter, because Cookie proceeded to pull the straps of.