“You’re delaying because you know he doesn’t have the power. Stop thinking of him as John your trainer and start thinking of him as Yuri Gedov. ...ou can’t let him slip one by on you.”She absolutely beamed at me and turned back to the game as I went back outside to watch. About every five to ten rallies, I’d pop back in and tell them what I saw. I gave a couple pointers to John on how he was serving, too. By the end of an hour, they’d both broken a sweat and were working hard. They came off the. While I washed myself, mom took the bath, thoroughly cleaning her body. In the silvery moonlight, I was clearly able to see my mom rubbing her tits and cunt with soap. I again felt a gentle stirring between my thighs and tried to control it unsuccessfully. Mom was not unaware of my prying eyes but she didn’t seem to bother about it, and continued with her ablution. Finishing her bath she wiped her body and put her clothes back onto her. I also had changed my clothes and we returned to cabin.As. He doesn’t let me adjust. He simply sheaths himself in my warm, wet walls again. I pant as he moves his hips relentlessly, taking me closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping each other rings around the room. I can hear Grey’s groans which trigger my own vocal cords.As I moan and breathe heavily, I feel something hard yet soft touch my lips. I don’t get a chance to react because one second I’m moaning, and next a cock is shoved in my mouth. “What is going on? Who is it? Grey?” I ask as I. Mark had booked a nice hotel room and it was ready to be checked in by whomever got there first. Kelly arrived first, checking in and going into the room. "A nice place," she thought. Since she was early, she decided a long hot bubble bath in the garden tub was just what she needed. She filled the tub with steamy water, adding lavender bath oil. She removed her short tan shorts, white tank top, releasing her black lacy bra which held her nice C cup breasts and her black lacy thong. She inched.