The Last Inn? Yeah, of those that remain from a few centuries ago. Steve jumped in. Mouse just kept quiet and went to look around its sides. I followe... him and walking around the right corner of this ruin of a building, there we saw a large parking lot. Wow, check that out, dudes. Is that a Lamborghini? Mouse whistled, as we all stared at one million dolar car parked next to another. It was literally filled with a Porche on top of a Ferrari. There was even a guard booth, though we could not see. Your eyes look up and THAT gasp escapes your lips. Some innate, autonomic response kicks in and blood rushes into my already engorged cock. It makes me smile to think it’s been tricked into thinking it will soon be taking pleasure in your body. Clarity comes quickly as I trace my eyes over your head and across your arching back. Drawn like a moth to a flame I run my hands lightly over your hanging breasts and up over your sides to your waist. Normally my caresses would carry on their trajectory. “But you want that?” “I don’t know,” Armisen said, shrugging. “I never tried it. I guess I never felt secure enough to… hand someone the reins.” Carson had never thought of it that way. He always assumed Armisen was the strong one, bossing him around. But it was true--there was a bravery to doing what you’re told, to trusting in your partner, your own sense of judgement. Carson started to smile, his heart warming with pride. “Well, that would be hard to do,” Carson said, tracing a delicate. He retrieved the lube and began to delicately play with his sister’s tight asshole. Sara knew this was partially him showing Sara how delicate he could be if he wanted to. He kissed the top of her ass as he slowly worked his lubed up thumb into her. Sara felt herself building once more. She skipped the vibrator and wanted to play with her pussy hole while watching him play with his sister’s asshole. She was glued to the screen as she began running her finger into her surprisingly moist.