I got up and walked around her, stared to her wet pussy and I got a full boner. As I was walking back to my spot, she lifted her head up and saw my bi... cock. She turned to the other position, with her head down. I went to seat in some rocks near by to get to good view of her ass. I can feel she was horny and that she knew that I was looking to her. She made some movements with her ass and I could see all her butthole and how wet pussy she was having. The situation was getting a bit high now. I. Whatever gets the bedding wet doesn't matter because the motel people deal with stains all the time. The maid never knows who was where. As if she doesn't change other kids' beds afterwards! If you're not on the pill, you should be using a rubber. Just leave it in the sheets for the maid to toss. She'll hardly speak English, anyway. If you threw it in the wastebasket, Mom would see it right off. Dad, if he ever looked in the trash, would probably fill out that little "How'd we do?" card. Nevertheless, Becky and I moved in her large Manhattan apartment with them. Shortly thereafter dad decided that we would be far better off in boarding school, he had gone to boarding school and maintained, "It builds character, it may take a few weeks, but you will both love it."In fact, Becky and I overheard Alexis shouting to Dad late one night, "Either you get those whiney brats out of here, or I'm out of here!" What the hell did she expect, whenever dad's back was turned, she was always. Seems they had never gottenover the experience of being in each others bodies and wanted to try itout again. They were supposed to swap back after a long vacationtogether but never came back for the appointment to swap back.Taking a break to stretch his legs, the husband brought a letter fromthe desk nearby from one of the shrinks. He read it out loud to hiswife for her to use in the letter they were writing. The doctors hadadmitted to each other how they both realized they had specialized.