There's a motel 5 miles down the highway. Please make love to me?" she asked with her own wet eyes. I nodded and we got in our cars and left. I got...a room for us and we parked the cars. We approached the room, keycard in my hand and I asked her again if she really wanted this to happen. She said she did. I opened the door and we went inside together.As much as we wanted to tear into each other, we went slowly to heighten the passion we felt. I unbuttoned her dress in the back and slid it. She was lying face down on the lounge with her bikini top untied. She always wore skimpy bikinis and today she had worn a thong and string bra top. She had dozed off under the warm sun which was why she never heard the doorbell or knocking on the front door. Her skin glistened in the sun with her body covered in sunning oil. Paul entered the backyard and saw Mrs. Faulkner sunning herself. He was a little embarrassed that he caught her in the skimpy bikini but he also liked looking at her as she. I nibble his ear and suddenly, he's overcome with so much passion that he puts me down on the stairs and we settle there, kissing each other hungrily as we desperately take off our pants. Once I'm down to my lingerie and Dennis is in his boxers, he sits beside me on the stairs and gropes my breasts as his lips dance against my throat gently. I roll my eyes back in pleasure and guide his head with my hands as he kisses me all over, savouring the taste of my skin. I want him so much. Damn. I. " We all giggled at that, as it was easy to imagine the difficulties something like that would dredge up."OK, soldier, stand up and give us a hug," Becky demanded, making sure she was the first in line by being the one to grab my hands and pull. It was a little surprising to get such full hugs from my sisters, but I figured it was part of our new dynamic. Everyone hugged everyone else and soon they were heading out to their car, shouting goodbyes, good lucks, and to keep in touch. I was.