Fran’s eyes were pulled from the image of her mom’s pussy by the movement of the two on the bed rising to elbows to look directly at her. She saw ...he smiles forming on both faces and only then realized she had her hand deep in the front of her jeans. Embarrassed, ashamed, still shocked, and mad. She ran out the door to the other end of the hall and her own room. She slammed the door shut behind her, but it opened almost immediately. There stood her mom, naked, her inner thighs glistening with. To be honest all the women there were beautiful in their own right, but there was one with long red hair who really took my fancy not that you got to choose really as it was the luck of the draw. I must have dropped off as the next thing I remember was the knock on the door for breakfast. We all were dressed normally for it, and the women picked their partner for the night from Adams hand bowl. We all had name tags on and were told only to answer to that name. Spending the morning as a group. Not moving. The new passengers enter and take their seats. Can they smell me? Can they notice what is going on under my jacket? I have to concentrate to not sigh or moan with pleasure. Erik passes us again, smiling at me. I look at him and the man with his finger stirring inside of me notices our eyes meet and pulls his finger out of me just to push two inside, making me catch my breath. I get a picture of me and Erik entwined and naked, him pressing deep inside of me, and I blush for real.. He sat on the bed behind Cherry and slowly slid the bed sheet off her waist and down to her feet. I hadn't expected this but was becoming very turned on when I realized that he was trying to get a look at her pussy. Cherry had her knees drawn up about half way to her stomach and as the cleaner lifter her nightie up over her waist, her shaved pussy lips could be easily seen protruding between her legs. He placed his hand on her waist and shook her again to be sure and when she didn't move he.