‘Where’s that wonderful partner of yours?’ Smerelda asked as they approached the car. ‘Rambo? Ah, he’s staying with a friend.’ ‘A friend...’ Smerelda asked her interest obvious. ‘Yes. His name is Sergio. He’s keeping Rambo until Saturday. Speaking of which, how would you like to go to Bianchi’s with me on Saturday morning. I do believe that Sergio said something about meeting me there.’ Rachel explained. She knew it was wrong but she didn’t trust herself to be alone with Sergio. It wouldn’t take. Nothing else.Maybe I was, like, at a psych ward or something. Maybe Harborview? But it didn't look like hospital. Nor a jail, not like I'd ever actually been in one. Motel? Didn't seem right, with just one twin bed. There weren't any motel rooms with one twin bed, were there? And why did it rock?I gave up thinking and pulled the covers back, swinging my legs over, and sitting up. My head ached – would I get a hangover from four little sleeping pills? My bladder urged me on, so I tried to. My lips formed an airlock and sucked her sex. My hands gripped her ass cheeks and mashed them around my face, pressing so hard I lifted her to her toes. Chelsea balanced herself against the shower wall, her legs getting shaky with pleasure.I didn’t know how freaky she’d get but decided this was a good a chance as ever. My tongue slithered out of her pussy and up her taint before circling that puckered asshole. Chelsea looked down at me apprehensively but didn’t move to stop my intrusion.I. That amazing bliss engulfed me. My hands gripped her hips, squeezing her as my cock slid deeper and deeper into her juicy snatch.Her tight grip buffed my cock as I drew back. Mom whimpered into my sister's asshole while her bred pussy polished my shaft clean. Pleasure shot through me. It was such a wicked treat to fuck my mother with my dick dirty with my twin's asshole.I slammed into her again. And again.She moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. She stirred her cunt around my cock. I.