Stan turned back to Sally, “Now you try.” Sally looked puzzled for a moment, “Shouldn't we start with kissing.”Stan shook his head, tsk, tsk, ...sk, “George! Make-out session.” George popped around the corner again and Stan pointed to Sally. He came over to Sally and planted a big wet one right on her lips. It took a moment for Sally to get over the shock. She could tell his lips were slick and hot having just been sucking on Stan's dick. Then George slid his tongue into her mouth and she melted.. I didn't say anything because her back was to my front and neither of us ever stopped walking. It only took a minute to make to our room, and she slid the key into the slot.She opened the door and let me walk in there before her. I strolled towards the queen sized bed and just peeked around for a few seconds as I heard the door close. I felt more juice coming down my legs."I like this place, babe," I mentioned, turning to her."I agree, holy shit, you know how to pick them, Mom," she commended. “So does everyone who lives here get privileges?” she whispered.I chuckled, “Dave lives here, so I think the answer to that is a resounding ‘no’!”She laughed, “You know what I meant!”“Let’s worry about that when you come back. You do realize that I’m married, right?” I chuckled.She squeezed me tighter, “Married men are the perfect lovers! They’re happy with the attention and there are no problems with them falling in love with you!”“Your uncle was married?” I asked, feigning ignorance.“Yes, of. Instinct had gotten us this far, so I let it play out again. I gingerly pulled back until my wilting cock slipped from her ass, and took her into my arms. I wrapped her up tight in my embrace, snugging her to my chest, her face pressed to my shoulder and neck, and let her cry herself out. I didn’t shush her, or rush her. I didn’t discourage her tears or ask her what was wrong. I knew how intensely effected I was from the last few hours, and I was on the giving end. I could only imagine the.