Then it would be all over. Alana wouldn't be hurt. Shannon could go back to her studies. Patty and Tracy and the other girls would be her friends. She...didn't have to think about Elizabeth Fisher or Bethany right now. It was an evening to let go, and then everything would be okay.The girls piled into the back of an ancient camper-van, and Tracy took the wheel. The rusty old vehicle made a few grunts and squeals as it pulled away from the curb. Inside, the students applied make-up and traded. I must have been taken over by the devil at that very moment. Not sure if it was the feeling of anger or lust - perhaps a mixture of both - my hands reached down and grabbed Crystal's thighs. Before she could react my hands had slipped up to her crotch. The feeling of her moist soft petals against my skin seemed so tender, and in that moment it became obvious to both of us not just what the truth of the matter was, but that she know she had been caught. I have a reputation of being quick witted. I waited until she hit the showers to call that same bellboy from that morning up to our room. A few minutes passed and I hear him outside out room. Going straight to the point, I told him how I saw him staring at my girl's ass that morning to which he denied. I said its okay because we're that kind of couple and I really wanted him to fuck her brains out. At first he was surprised, of course, then it took me a few minutes of convincing to assure him that no one will know, unless he himself. The younger woman couldn’t wait. She took big handfuls of the maids big brown ass as and slammed herself into their owners wet rosebud.Cynthia moaned into her broad shoulders “Deeper, Deeper, Deeper!” Her nails dug in as her ward raked her insides with all eight inches. Marcella obliged. There love was animalistic, born of raw need. The only purpose of pulling out was to slam her throbbing erection further. Sweat slicked between there mating boxes.“Don’t make a mess” Cynthia groaned. Marcella’s.