"Kelly's hands flew up to cover her mouth in shock. "No way!"Kevin wasn't too embarrassed, he actually felt adventurous telling his sister this. "And ...he felt my dick touch her, right between her legs." What did she do? Was she mad?"Kevin hesitated finishing his story, but what could be wrong with telling Kelly?"She let me...get off...that way."Kelly laughed in surprise. "Oh my god! That was mom's pussy juice on your dick when you came into the bathroom, right?"Kevin nodded, the memory of what. In a flash, she opened her mouth wide and plunged it down over the tip of my cock. Macy bobbed her head in the same rhythm as she shook her tits up and down. I was getting stoked by her tits and the head of my cock sucked at the same time. It was too much for me. Too intense. I grabbed Macy's hair and held her head in place. "No," I gasped. "Just your mouth." Macy let go of her tits and they rested gently on my thighs. She didn't try to get off my dick, even though I was holding her head down. It had to be Andrea but I couldn't ask them the room number without seeming creepy. I got off on the same floor as them and followed them untill they met up with two young ladies. I walked on pasted them so not to look suspicious and made my way back you our room. I hit the Tiki Hut one more time before I fell a sleep . I woke the next morning from a ray of sunshine hitting me in the eyes through a crack in the blinds. I pulled my shorts on and sat on the balcony looking at the empty beach. He exuded the strength and confidence that had always attracted her to him. That one character trait had been her downfall every since she had first met him when she was fourteen. Her schoolgirl crush had been long forgotten, but a week after Paris’ murder changed all of that. The night of Paris’ murder, Isla had been the lone witness. She had seen him leaving Paris’ apartment wearing a blood-stained shirt. She knew he had not committed the murder. Michael was not the murdering type. He had.