I closed the program and turned off the computer. I went out and found Marla in the kitchen starting dinner. "All fixed Mrs. W." Oh that's great Ken. ...ow much do I owe you?" The memory card was $40.95." She reached into her purse and took out some money."Here is fifty, keep the extra for something for you. I rally appreciate you helping me Ken."For the next few days I tried to figure out what to do with the information I had. Of course the first instinct of a 16 year old was to try and. Irubbed my legs together in drunken anticipation. My high heels were oneof my better pairs. My chest jiggled most invitingly as we drove over therough back road.The motel was cheap but clean. I freshened my lipstick as Randy paid thenightie clerk. Seeing that I was tipsy, Randy swooped me up in his armsand carried me to the room. He was not taking any chances. His rock-hardpenis needed relief.When you are drunk, sex feels so good. Randy was one of the larger boysif you know what I mean. I think. Straddles you, like this. Grabs your stiff cock, more or less like I am doing right now, and directs it into her warm, sopping wet pussy, which in many ways resembles my own warm, sopping wet pussy, which you can feel now all around your stiff cock. Then you and your best friend’s mum enjoy a long slow fuck.” “Are you sure this is allowed in the rules?” I asked, as I willingly slid my rigid member back and forth inside her slippery passage. “Fuck the rules,” Vanessa moaned. “I’m horny.” Now. I found a hot video of a younger man sucking off a well hung older gent and my hand went to my cock. I propped the iPad against a pillow so I had both hands available to please myself. I always loved to masturbate and did quite often.My dominant hand took hold of my cock and the feeling of pleasure was instant. The urge to grip tightly and beat off fast was there but I contained my eagerness to build up my orgasm slowly knowing I had over a weeks worth of cum that needed to be released. So I.