" I replied, turning not to look at Mom's nice fucking hips, but it was a damn hard thing 'not' to do. "Are you finished?" I asked as I reached for th... toilet paper and I handed it to her. She gently unrolled some, folded it and when she leaned down to wipe the place I came from; I heard a low and painful moan."Ohhh, shit, it hurts to lean!" Mom moaned with pain and I could not believe what I was about to do for her, but I remembered all of the things that she did for me. It wasn't that I. I tried not to but wound up staring at you, probably with a big dumb grin on my face. Breakfast was almost a replay of the previous evening, fingers touching, eyes undressing each other and great conversation. We did not ''talk'' about the night before but both of us remarked upon how well we'd slept. Hand in hand, we strolled into the deserted lobby. Quizzically we asked the young desk clerk where everyone was. He grinned and said that the entire lodge had booked a bus trip to enjoy. Within a few days of first chatting, we arrange to met up and she was happy to come straight to our house as we'd chatted via webcam and phone and she felt pretty comfortable with us. Her name was Beckie and she travelled 100 miles to be with us!When she turned up she looked every bit the horny cow I'd seen on the photos and webcam but in real life all I wanted to do was take her straight upstairs and fuck her silly, but my wife wanted us all to chat for a while and "get to know each other" so. "Thank you!" Alex and I said in unison."That can't be you! Either of you! You can't possibly be the sameperson! The universe would cancel out and we would no longer exist!" hecried in fear."A popular misconception, Andrew. As a matter of fact, five of us haveinteracted successfully as you now see- maybe more, we still don't knowthe exact limitation," Alex informed him with a devious smile."No, this is impossible! I must be dreaming or delirious!" You're as healthy as an eighty-four year old.