We began the tongue sword fights, sticking out our tongues, mine fairly long, just how it was since birth. Our tongues would meet, slashing against e...ch other in an epic duel—or so as our minds saw it. Of course, my sister always won as she would bite my tongue and claim victory. The drive was extremely long, we shacked up at a motel for the night to begin our drive the next morning; of course, my mom wanting to beat traffic, the next morning meant 4 am. My sister and I reluctantly loaded. I pulled the door open an inch."Yeah, mom?" I yelled back."Mrs. Stone is here. We're leaving. We'll probably be quite late. So whenever you can tear yourself away from your shower, maybe you can lower yourself to come down and say hello."My mother is one of those rare people whose sarcasm loses none of its effectiveness when she screams. Bitch."Have a good time!" I yelled."I'm serious!" she yelled back."Me, too."That one was more or less a whisper, of course.I wrapped the towel around my waist. It felt strange at first, then she began to like it. The pain was fading rapidly, replaced by a deep, lusting ache deep in her belly.He was doing it. They were making love. Pam began to respond. Her breathing became heavier. Her nipples tingled. She started to like the feel of his cock moving in and out of her body.Todd's hips moved faster. His eyes were locked with hers; she could not tear herself away. Pam moaned in shallow, rapid breaths. Her small hands stopped trying to push him off and. He gripped her ankle pulling her roughly towards him. "What?!" she squeaked, trying to maintain her pouting posture while he pressed his sex against hers. "I won, don't be such a sore sport." He laughed deeply. "A sore sport, babe?" He pressed his lips against her neck, causing her to moan. It was the exact reaction he wanted out of her, and the muscles in his groin stiffened. He cursed himself. "Yes," she moaned. Ash couldn't tell if she was answering his question or her needs. He slowly.