No problem. I go the hotel and found the room. I knocked on the door and shouted “Pizza delivery”. When the door opened a woman, quite a bit older...than me, told me to come in. The room was a typical motel room; two twin beds, a small table, a dresser and a TV. The woman was dressed in what I can only describe as biker clothing. Leather boots, leather skirt, leather vest, and she even had a leather hat on. When I entered the room, she directed me to put the pizza on the table. I immediately. " "So, who is the lucky lady? Anyone from school?" She was, of course, referring to the rumored relationship between myself and Ms Rivers, a fellow teacher at the school where I first taught and where Gabrielle was a student. The rumor wasn't entirely false, Leslie Rivers and I would get together on occasion and bang, but it wasn't as intense as the student rumors made it out to be. We weren't secretly married and we weren't all loved up. In any case, she was still technically married. She was. We made preparations to leave the cabin, simply for the benefit of the cameras, and also plenty of footage of the cabin empty at different times during the day. We went out to dinner, and left the cameras running, so that I had footage of the sun going down, and the cabin getting darker. We returned from dinner and made everything look as if we were getting ready to go to bed. Of course, I had footage of the girls and myself changing into several different outfits.The girls were very tired, and. Right up her ass.Lana climbed out of bed, feeling her puckered asshole pulsing expectantly as she rummaged through her overnight bag. It took her only a moment to find the little jar of Vaseline. Sliding back onto the mattress, she uncapped the jar and withdrew a thick gob of petroleum jelly. Lana suppressed a giggle as he greased her son's cock.He still slept soundly, even after his prick was dripping from knob to root with the goo. Last night's fuck sessions had really taken a lot out of her.