I am rich beyond your wildest dreams. My fortune dwarfs the Reverend's. I can have anything I want, however I want it. For the most part, I dislike th... company of most people because most of the time they want something from me, usually credits. You ladies on the other hand, all each of you want to do is please me. You care about your sisters. You care about your duties and vows. You cared about and loved the Reverend, even though you each could not have spent that much time with him. I find. " Oh. Well, what about Christine?" Nah, not that stuck up bitch, she'd only be rude to me, I'd rather stay with you. I know you and Karen sometimes sleep together, and it sounds like it's kind of... fun." You could sleep with Cindy." YEAH RIGHT, and have her pee on me." Hmm, well, go crawl in with Mom and Dad, I'm sure they'll still let you, even though you're sixteen now." Well, I suppose I could, and I suppose they would let me, but do you think Mom would let Dad stick his cock in me?" Umm,. He moved even higher and she could feel the coarse texture of his hand moving up the inside of her leg, against her calf, knee and thigh. She moaned as he reached near to the part of her that was almost on fire. He kept his hand there, placing a light grip on her thigh before bring his lips against the inside of her leg. He brushed his cheek against her soft leg, closing his eyes, he reveled in the feel of her against him. His eyes brushed over her legs over and over, before finally settling. Above the huge brown double doors is gold lettering indicating it is El Convento Hotel . The inside has marble checkered floors and soft white walls. Every piece of decoration chosen to sit in a room or hang on a wall is full of culture and urbanity. It's charming and delicately festive. I love it. I love our room even more. We have a king sized bed on an intricate, wrought iron frame, doors with shutters that open to a balcony with a view of the ocean and mismatched pieces of furniture.