The eye candy on the beach had been awesome and their parents had even bought them all alcohol for supper and they had shared some more as they sat ar...und the fire pit on the beach.But there were only 2 double beds in the hotel room. Tim tried to jack off in the shower before going to bed, but…despite having been feasting his eyes on the near naked bodies of girls all afternoon, there was still something about whacking off when your parents were on the other side of a thin wall, while standing. ”“How old are you?”“I’m seventeen.”“You know there is a curfew tonight?”“Yeah I know.”“So far you’ve been trespassing and violating curfew.” He put his gun back in his shoulder holster and opened up my jacket. “What’s this you’re wearing?”“It’s my Halloween costume.”“Are you supposed to be a hooker?”“No, it’s supposed to be a little French maid.”He shined his flashlight on me and then down my body. “I guess a bra and panties weren’t part of the costume,” he observed. He lifted my short skirt. ..not that fast. You start to moan.I love the sounds you make when I play with you. There is a helpless, tortured quality that attempts to belie your enjoyment of my attentions. Your rigid cock tells me all I need to know. I press you against the mirror just from the pressure of my finger in the depths of your ass. Lovely cock-head prints appear on the glass, distracting me for a moment as I pump my finger in and out. Then a second finger joins the first. You whimper a little. I can feel your. ." There's no book in here," Donna said. I don't know if it was because she was just coming down from an incredible orgasm or what, but her voice sounded seductively sweet to me."I'll go, come back for the book later," I mumbled, but as I turned to leave I felt Donna grab my arm and turn me towards her. She glanced longing up at Mike, who paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded his head.Donna moved onto her knees as she opened my shorts, deftly pulling my cock out of my pants. I looked down.