"This isn't the time or--" You know what," I cut in, my voice rising, sharpening, "I don't give a flying fuck whether your precious parents--hey! Godd...mmit!" He picked me up, throwing the front half of me up and right over his shoulder, and carried me right past his parents and out of the room, up the stairs to his old bedroom, the one we shared whenever we stayed with Mother and Dad. I struggled and shrieked the whole way, until he kicked the door shut behind us and threw me down onto the bed.. It was rhetorical, just as I had felt the difference in her pussy she could feel that my cock was harder and throbbing more than usual. I was putty in her hands and she knew it. I admitted that yes I was turned on by the thought of her fucking someone else. As she slid up and down riding my cock we discussed several various scenarios. I could feel her orgasm building and suddenly as the flood of her juices exploded over my cock she grabbed my nipples and squeezed them as hard as I was squeezing. “It’s better than I dreamed of,” he replied.The expression on his face made it clear this was nothing but the truth. Pete passed me a bottle of ice-cold water from the room’s mini bar. I gulped its cool contents then half sat, half lay on the rumpled sheet wondering what on earth had just happened to me and what would happen next.I did not have long to wait.Adam perched on the edge of the mattress as I lay on my side, his erect cock still dark and threatening and began to stroke my legs and. I did enjoy talking with Tom, and I appreciated that he and his wife encouraged me to call them by their first names. I got along really well with Tom and he again encouraged me to come hunting or shooting with him.Just before 6:00pm Dona called us to dinner. The food was flat-out amazing. They had made home-made fried chicken, corn fritters, and coleslaw. Tom offered me a beer, but I told him I’d prefer either ice water or a soft drink. Dona got up and got me a Coke. I ate several helpings.