Sara moved in on me and we started making out. Her hand grabbed my cock under the table. I was stiff. I wanted her so bad. She bit my bottom lip. And ...aid "finish your drink!" I slammed my drink and we rushed off to our room. In the elevator we couldn't keep our hands off each other. From there to our room we were kissing and fondeling each other banging off the walls. I remember passing a group of girls our age. And one shouting out "get it girl" and giggling. We got to the room and got the. He looked at me and smiled. "You will have to tell her exactly what happened here. I mean that baby girl. I have never lied or deceived your mom and I won't start now. Since you planned all this, it's your job to tell her what happened." If anything could have dashed me with the cold water of sobriety, it was his statement. How was I supposed to tell my mom that I schemed to have my uncle, her brother, **** me? He was the man I looked to as dad. I sat there and suddenly the liquor soured in my. Everything about her beautiful form was arousing, from the curve of a generous breast glimpsed from the side, to her slim waist, to the dimples in her lower back, to the glint of her clit ring showing in the wide gap between her legs - not to mention the slick sheen of moisture where their juices had dripped down her thigh. The view a few minutes later when she returned was even better. Standing to meet her, Steve pulled her too him and kissed her when she reached him. Standing half a head. When you can’t stand it any longer, you stand up and turn to face Bob. I watch as you move closer, between his legs and lean over to kiss him as he reaches up his hands to cup and massage your breasts. You kiss deep and long as he plays with your hard nipples, rolling them between his fingers making them even harder and making you shiver in pleasure. He then gently rubs your back and slides his hands down to rub you buns before slowly pulling down your pants. As you feel him pulling you pants.