" Shelly, I saw Wanda and Rebecca doing some stuff this afternoon that was really wild," she blurted out.Shelly smiled."What did you see?" she asked."...ell lots of stuff!" Her face turned bright red with embarrassment."And what part of it upset you?" Well, actually none of it." Lisa said, her throat tightening a bit. "But one thing really fascinated me." What was it?" Shelly said, anxious to hear what had Lisa in such a state of nervousness."Well... well... I saw Wanda... poop on Rebecca and in. I made another mental note; mom was starting to have a lot of things she was going to have to pay for when we were finally alone together.As it turned out, she had a good idea; dad was at the hospital before 6AM. I woke up to find him sitting in the chair the chair that had been wedged into a corner to make way for mom's bed. As I went to go to the bathroom, the ribs reminded me they had been kicked yesterday, dad helped me to get up, and once moving I seemed OK. Dad wanted to know what. Ah, now comes the good stuff.Looking around, he realized he was the only guy in sight dressed, and pulled his golf shirt over his head. When in Rome, he chuckled to himself. He looked back at the oncoming parade, still too far away for any details, then heard a scream as the fat woman orgasmed. A minute later, he could just make out two huge niggers walking ponderously at either edge of the aisle, a hazy pale figure slightly behind them, and a dancing woman prancing around. As he squinted for a. There weren’t many travelers at the motel but a few people did catch a glimpse of us.“Can you imagine anyone visiting this town? Why even build a motel? Who takes their kids on a vacation to Hahira Georgia?” Jessie asked. He was joking.Mike explained that the motel was mostly for travelers who needed to spend a night on the way to somewhere else. We already knew that. I expected my daughter to say something snarky in response about how obvious it was. Instead, Buttercup snorted like a pig, and.