.." she bit his ear and continued taking his thick cock. Down stairs, Megan was waking up. She thought she had imagined it at first, but there was ...o doubt that she was listening to her mother getting fucked. It was definitely coming from her mom's bedroom, and it was definitely her breathing, and her cussing. 'Slap slap slap slap slap!' she heard hard, loud slapping of someone's thighs on someone's ass. The fucking got louder and harder. Megan once again, was getting wet listening to. , what did he call them? Oh yes, figure studies.How do I feel about that? It would be incredibly embarrassing to undress in front of my brother and pose for pictures, that kind of pictures. But I know something about myself that no one else knows. I’m a closet exhibitionist.I don’t go around town flashing my stuff at guys. I’m excited by the idea of doing just that, though. I have on occasion allowed my knees to fall a little farther apart than was ladylike when I thought I could do it without. The only possible remaining method was her bottom, and while I was feverishly debating its advisability, an innocent movement of hers and the consequent change of attitude suddenly displayed the superb curves and general lusciousness of her posteriors. In spite of my impatience, I involuntarily paused to admire their glorious opulence! Yes! I would bottom-fuck Alice, I would deprive her of one of her maidenheads!But would she let me do so? True, she had just sworn to submit herself to my. Talk about inspiration, that got us both excited.However Mother Nature threw a spanner into our plans. The first part of the trip went well until we arrived where it was necessary to change planes. Weather moved in and canceled all flights to where we were going. Fortunately the airline put us up in a near by hotel and that’s how we wound up in room 641.After changing clothes it was off to dinner and afterwards we headed to the lounge. Being frustrated by the delay we both needed a drink or.