'Oh. My. God!' I thought. This is my mother! And my step-dad is there with her and these two different black guys, and he's taking the photographs I'm...looking at---while she's obviously fucking these black guys, and being fucked reciprocally by the same!You have to realize that seeing these photographs came as such a surprise because my mother has always come across as rather 'conservative', and not at all the sort of white woman inclined to be in a cheap hotel room, with a black guy, fucking. Finally, I opened the door and peeked into the cold hallway. Nothing. I thought of Robert's and Henry's warnings, but I could no more believe in ghosts than fairies. The leading danger to walking the hallways was catching a chill, I imagined. Or, perhaps, encountering my uncle. I stepped out in my slippers and listened, hoping to hear Mary's quick step. But that wasn't what I heard. No, what came to my ear was some sort of music, like bells, or piano, or wind chimes, even. It was faint but I. I fingered her cunt a little faster and she let out a loud moan and told me I can't cum inside her. I slid a second finger in her dripping pussy and she started saying oh fuck oh yes. I pushed her back on the couch and took my shorts off, my cock was hard as a rock. I pushed her legs apart and looked at her shaved little cunt, I moved closer and she told me we can't fuck without a rubber. I rubbed the head of my cock on her clit and she she said oh my God I want you to fuck me. I slid my dick. Now however, there was no trace of any sadness on her face, and as she straightened up, she realized just how close Jack was to her. Their noses inches away from one anothers. Ilana bit her lip subconciously and stepped back. It wasnt right. The feeling wasnt right. Back at his train stop, Jack left behind his house, his family and most importently, his girlfriend of four months. Ilana had to fight the countless urges her body was having for this other body, though, it was easyer thought of.