" I don't blame him ... this is heavenly." Really?" Certainly, we race, we sail, the family has millions, I'm not really related to my sisters and the...'re beautiful. We're not hemmed in by Puritan morals. No wonder he went nuts." The government wants you back," she said."Good luck with that," I grinned."Have you no duty to your homeland?" Not one speck. I live here, I speak the language, I have a loving girl ... err ... girlfriends, My daddy is rich and my momma's good looking ... I ain't. He moved on me kissing my body, pulled me closer to him, guided his dick at the entrance of my pussy, placed his lips on mine started to kiss me. As soon as I started to respond to his kiss, thrust his dick deep into my pussy. I tried to scream but the sound was muffled by his lips as he was kissing me. He stayed like that without moving and started kissing me.As I responded to his kiss, he slowly pulled his dick back and started to move his dick in a very slow movement.I started to enjoy his. He wanted to feel the strong manhood push inside him and bind them for a brief moment. Homer extended his arm and grabbed his backpack to try to find something that could be used for lubrication. He found Bart’s special brand of shampoo and decided that it would do perfectly. He squeezed some in his hand and proceeded to rub it over his erect cock. His son turned his back to him and Homer slowly slipped a finger inside his butt hole, all the while making circular motions to loosen him up. . There’s a knock at the door. Jeff slips his shirt back on, but doesn’t button it. “I’ll get it,” he tells me, “so you don’t need to get dressed.” He ushers me out of sight and goes for the door. It’s the champagne and the room service guy pushes the cart into the room. Jeff pulls out his wallet. I quickly slip out of my dress. As the boy opens the bottle and starts to pour the champagne, I make my move. “Great! The champagne’s here,” I say as I stride out into the open, wearing only my garter,.