Finally we reached our destination, the Den River Inn. Uncle Bob unloaded three cases from the trunk of the SUV. They contained his and Aunt Paula’s...clothes in two of the cases. Mom’s and my belongings were in the third and largest case. We entered the hotel as a group and Uncle Bob and Aunt Paula checked us in. We would have three rooms on the first floor, 23, 25 and 27. Uncle Bob gave Mom the key card to 25 and the passed the key card for 27 to Aunt Paula. The atmosphere was strained. When. I walked back to the bed and climbed up on it. I poured some lube on Kelly’s exposed ass and began to finger her tight little asshole. She moaned loudly wiggling her ass to adjust around my finger. Sam was now holding her cum drenched face in his hands and was just fucking her mouth hard and fast. She was gagging a bit and saliva was running out of her mouth as she tried to keep up. I pulled my finger out and I knew Kelly was about to cum; she was moaning loud and working her pussy at a fever. "You're wrong," she gasped. "I'd never do anything like that."I whispered, "I'm not wrong, but don't worry. I read them, too. In fact, I write them."We were inches apart and eye to eye. Hers, colored a marvelous light brown, were wide and uncomprehending. I leaned back, hoping my smile was nonthreatening and sexy. She closed the laptop abruptly and sat primly again, facing forward.It seemed an hour, but was probably less than a minute when she said, "I don't believe you." How can I prove it?" I. She chimed in that my voice sounded higher. Neitherof us had really any idea what was going on with our bodies, but in ourincredibly trashed state, we could care less. We shrugged it off bysticking our tongues out at each other in a playful manner. She called mea sissy and I called her a manly-man. We were incredibly in love.Half-way into the party, the police came and broke it up. We had no whereto go, so we walked back to Erica's place in a drunken stupor, whileperiodically stopping to kiss.