I was so turned on and wet the gusset was actually sticking to my quim and I had to peel it off much to their amusement.They soon had me sitting with ...y legs apart, shoes back on but with the heels resting against the computer desk as I pulled my labia apart and stretching it for their pleasure. Thankfully one of them finally told me to finger myself. I kept my flaps spread with the fingers from my left hand as I dipped two fingers from the other deep in my honey pot. I now had 5 small screens. The bed underneath us shifted, helping make sure that every part of me was available to you. My body, a complete and total offering, nothing held back. I moved too, doing my best to remember what women did when I brought them home. I felt awful that it was my only frame of reference, wished I could change that. I raised my hips slightly, let my knees fall open and flat on the sheets. Your whore. Your slut. Your lover.“Shhh...” you whispered. “I need more wine.” I watched you stand up, my eyes. She needs a third."* * *The motel was the best of the bad lot they'd passed after crossing thestate line. It was going on midnight and they were both travel-weary.They'd stopped for dinner at Ma's Flapping Good Flapjack House. They eachhad the signature dish. Walt's stack sparsely studded with pecans,Marcia's with shriveled blueberries. They hoped for the best digestion-wise and continued on, keeping an eye-out, as the sun began fallingbehind the horizon, for a reasonably clean-looking. " And then loud enough for their mom to hear, "What do you say, sis?"Allison stiffened and practically croaked the words out through her dry vocal cords. "Thanks, Analise." With that she turned and headed back to her room, leaving her mom to excuse her behavior to Analise by saying she was probably just sad Analise was leaving. Allison almost barked a contemptuous laugh at the thought, but by the time she closed her bedroom door, she'd broken down in silent sobs.Jack didn't know what to think.