"I need to get back to the party. I'm so happy for you. We'lltalk later." Have fun, Shel. Call me tomorrow."I put my phone on my side table before goi...g to the bathroom. My damp hairspread out underneath me on the bed. I could not let myself sleep with itwet or I would look like a wreck in the morning. That was the last thing Ineeded when Mike called me. I blow dried my hair for a good fifteenminutes and then put it in a bun at the nape of my neck for good measure.With my hair out of the way, I. I peeked out my window and could see that the place looked pretty dead. No lights were on in the guest rooms; no cars on the street, nothing going on at all. Here I was, in platform shoes and a mini dress, face made up, and a very wet g-string from being horny and tucked for hours. I locked the room and strolled around the parking lot, then across a grassy area to where the highway bordered the motel grounds. I walked along the guard rail and got a few thrills from passing truckers blowing. ‘How much shall we cut off?’ ‘As much as you want, Gill, just take your time-I’m in no rush’She took a pair of scissors and slowly worked her way around my head. She bent close to my ear and told me to enjoy myself. Lifting myself slightly off the seat, I pulled my shorts down to release my swollen and bloated cock. Lightly holding my shaft between thumb and first two fingers of my right hand, I gently pulled my foreskin down an inch, then back up again. I was very slow and light in my. Her father was actually fucking her mother’s ass! She had heard about that kind of thing at school, but treated it with incredulous suspicion. Now she was witnessing it for herself, in her own house, with her own parents! It was incredibly exciting. Jessica let out a low sigh... a sigh of lustful teenage arousal. Her left hand replaced her right on her nipple, and her right hand slid under her panties and between her legs. Jessica knew she was wet, and she slipped one finger deep into young.