I kneaded her tits through her blouse. She turned her face searching for my mouth. She found mine and we kissed. Hungrily. Passionately. Her tongue pu...hed in and so did mine. Both tongues teased each other. Her ass started grinding on my cock. It was caught in the crack of her ass and she did not allow it to move. I tuned her around, lifted her and put her on the bar counter. I ripped her top off. Sarah pulled off my T-Shirt and in another movement pulled my tracks down.She lifted her skirt. ”Now Marie was doing fentanyl too. I began to wonder what exactly I let Marie drag me into. The extras were supposed to be just marijuana. Now it’s fentanyl and beer too. The concert was okay, even good. I liked it. But now my unease was morphing into worry. Finally arriving back at the motel, we were not in the room for ten seconds before Ken is breaking out the fentanyl and setting up a line to snort.“Oh, yeah!” Ken drooled over his drug. He set up a line for Marie.“That’s too much. Sitting at the table after we all got changed, A.Helen sat beside me. Mum sat opposite us.A.Helen had on a nice floral summer top, unbuttoned exposing a nice bit of breast and a hint of nipple. Her short summer skirt was very short, allowing a good view of her hairy crotch.Mum had changed into her Daisy Duke outfit. A shirt tied at the waist, and the shortest shorts you can imagine. With no panties on, her pussy hair had little chance of staying covered. It literally stuck out every where.This,. "Can't you... can't you just fuck my pussy?"Ignoring her pleas, I placed my hands on her buttcheeks, spreading them with my thumbs to admire the sight of her tight rosette being penetrated for the second time in an hour. Easing my hips back, I snapped them forward, eliciting a cry of pain as I started to hump her tight butt. Despite her protestations, she started fucking back against me, her tiny fists drumming on the bathroom counter. She seemed to have a little less control over her rippling.