It was Greg her boyfriend so I knocked on the door and passed the phone through to her and returned to the bed to read. I could hear Stacey’s raised...voice in the bathroom and then all fell silent and I heard the water come on in the shower. After some time Stacey came out of the bathroom wearing a rather skimpy baby doll and matching knickers set, she mumbled an apology saying she expected separate rooms too. She also looked very red eyed and rather than face a confrontation I replied not to. I looked down to see her big red belt around her waist. The back was tied just above her hips. The front was under her big breast. She was bending over squishing her sweater on the coupons. I leaned in to get a better view. She moved her feet back. Then I felt her denim skirt touch the front of my cargo shorts. I breathed in. I noticed her breathing getting heavier. She kept her big ass on the front of my cargo shorts. My eyes got bigger as she moved her ass up and down, and side to side. She. "Mom! That's fucking..." Victor never finished the sentence as his mother slapped him."Don't you cuss! Now let me pay the bill, and we will discuss it," she said as she pulled the bundle of hundreds out of her wallet and counted out forty-six of them.William took the money and placed it into the register after he checked to see if the hundreds were real with the pen. He then grabbed a plastic carrying bag and placed the suit inside to protect it from dust. Tying the bottom of the bag in a knot. They had a brief moment to recover from their orgasms then Bridget was on screen. She squirmed, a bit self-conscious about watching a video of herself stark naked and masturbating. We watched with rapt attention as she so brazenly enjoyed herself. Bridget’s constraint at us seeing her video was gone as she began fingering herself again. Already wet from masturbating before, she easily fit two fingers into her tight pussy. So did Elizabeth, as she too began masturbating a second time. I was hard.