Gail and I were each looking to connect with others who had similar sexual interests and were seeking one-on-one or group sex. Now we were in Baltimor..., closing the door behind us in a hotel room, anticipating a long holiday weekend of sex.She was 31, from Kansas City, Kansas, a self-described geek with a passion for computers and programming. She described herself as tall with short, blonde hair, average looking and with an average figure. I had seen photographs of her, none of which indicated. “Mmmmm, oh that’s good,” she said as she felt my cock pulsating, filling her with spunk.I forced myself to empty as quickly as l could, then pulled out. Mum dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth, sucking it clean, she moved down my shaft cleaning that then sucked each of my balls into her mouth.“There,” she said, looking up at me, “now you’re ready for school, can we make this our morning routine.”“I know Jeff said there was a slut inside you Mum,” l laughed, “but l never. I had to take them off or you’d have got hypothermia.’ She looked down and noticed her lack of clothing, she was blushing when she looked back up at me. ‘Don’t worry.’ I said nervously, ‘I preserved your modesty.’ She seemed reassured and she began to rise from the bed but as soon as her weight was on her legs, she stumbled. I caught her and put her arm around my shoulders, holding her up. ‘Woah, careful now, take it slow, you’re still not fully recovered from last nights fever.’ I took her. "That's exactly what I was thinking. All we have to do is figure a way to get them to go for it," Shelly mused. "Yeah, but that shouldn't be hard" I said thoughtfully. The guys came back and told us we can get some gasoline in the morning at a little gas station up the road a couple of miles. We drove down the lane to the cabins, parked in front of number eleven, and went in. Shelly and I checked it out real close, and found it similar to cabin number one, the first cabin we rented a few.