And I was good, too. Quite the athlete, my counselor told my parents. And then, in August of that fateful year…’ She looked down and rubbed her ey...s. I reached for her hand. ‘Frannie, if this is too painful for you, we can drop it.’ She turned to face me, laughed through her tears. ‘Don’t be silly. I can talk about it, sometimes even without crying.’ She laughed again and reached inside her purse for a hankie and blew her nose. ‘So that’s what happened. Fever, pain and chills, followed by. As she fucked me I told her I would do it, but it would be under my rules. I fucked her harder and told her how I would tie her to the bed and blindfold her. Suzy got wetter thinking about this. I pounded her cunt harder and finally filled her up. I pulled out and watched as she sucked me clean. My phone beeped while she sucked me off. It was a text from Ronnie. She and Kriss were on their way back. Now I could put my plan into place.I grabbed some scarves from Ronnie's room and used them to. “You better hurry, Chase,” she said. “I’m so horny, I’ll fuck you right here. Get the dungeon-themed room,” she said. “I have plans for you.”They laughed as they stammered together toward the motel office, their hands all over each other.Pam walked out of the office and looked for my car. She pointed to a room in the center of the long line of rooms and started walking toward it. I watched as she strutted toward the room, used the key and walked in. I remained in the car a few minutes to let. Her breasts had hardly budded, her nipples small. Even I had small handfuls of tits. I wasn't the flattest in the family.Zoey, Mom, and Aunt Cheryl had really lucked out in the tits department. Dad's side of the family must not be that busty.It was wonderful actually having a Dad. I wish I knew Uncle Clinton was my father while he lived, but it meant I didn't grow up without a father. He was always there, trying to keep me in check. I loved his attention. When I was bad, it always drew his.