I ran my hands down Tim's torso, letting my fingers dig a little into his muscle."Mmm. That's good," he murmured.I carried on, until my hands were ove... his belt buckle. I let them trickle down further, feeling the bulge of his cock. I looked up at Bethany. She gave me a wink and nodded for me to carry on. I let my hands grab at Tim's open thighs, then went back up and undid his buckle. He went to move his hands to help me, but then thought better of it. I got hold of his belt and started to tug. A small table under the only bare light bulb in the entire dwelling rounded off room's meager decor. From the small sink in the bathroom, the telltale sign of a leaking faucet resounded through the thin-walled room and out to the street below in an aggravating monotone.His host brushed the pans away from one of the burners unsympathetically, and drew some water from a small plastic pail on the floor, then hummed to herself in a melancholy oriental song as she lit the burner with matches from. She changed the password for logging onto the computer so that I would be unable to use it without her there. That would be tough, but it wasn’t as if we didn’t have a great sex life because we did.However, coming home a few weeks later, I noticed her quickly clicking off a site. This happened on 2 other occasions over the next few days and so, heart thumping excitedly I asked her what she was hiding. She then replied that she had indeed been surfing the site on which her pictures were posted. The Big Brown Beaver Motel and Bait shop looked pretty empty. There was only one other car in the parking lot. I pulled up in front of our rooms.I watched as the girls went in there room. I heard them giggle as they left the door open. My Step Mom went into the other room. I took the girls there luggage, they groped me and we made out for a few minutes. I finally broke our kiss, when I heard our Step Mom knock on the door. I walked out to get our luggage. I placed her luggage on the big king.