Somewhere that Katie could get herself to with reasonable ease of direction. What can I say? The Royal Palace Motel might certainly be termed ‘con...enient.’ What it might not be adjudged, is ‘upmarket!” With patrons milling around that must surely have had their ten minutes of fame on stage with Jerry Springer, the motel represented the premier stop-over point for all the local trailer-trash. Pulling-in to the Palace’s near empty car-park we were just fifteen minutes up-front of our 4 p.m.. She moved here to get away from the thought of the old place. And so Jane integrated herself into the neighbourhood well, helping local charities, and sending hot meals to new mothers. She was known as a great cook and master baker, and when the locals asked her to bake a cake for a fair or fancy function she would usually bake three and sometimes four. She had made herself known as available to help in any way she could, and over the years helped take children to school, babysat, cooked meals. She straightened herself up to look at him. Still smiling with a mouth full of cum, her cheeks puffed out. She turned and half dribbled and half spat Daddys cum all over Jessica Albas smiling face. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and stood up. Youre a fucking pervert! she said, turning and walking up to her room. Mommas gonna hear about this. Shit, shit, shit!! thought John as he quickly cleaned himself up and made his way up to her room. He walked in. Dont you fuckin knock!? asked Zoe.. " Lie down on your front."She lies down on the pristine white bed, her large breasts bulging out to the sides of her body, her tight legs and ass stretched out in front of the camera.Roughly he grabs her arms and crosses them behind her back. Getting on the bed, he puts one knee into her back, pinning her arms there and causing her to give a small grunt of pain. She has not stopped looking lovingly into the camera.Grabbing the bun of her hair in one hand, he pulls her head up and back. She.