Irene insisted that Jack stay for a few days and spend Thanksgiving with her and her family and friends. And her daughter, Samantha, of course. Irene ...ctually encouraged their relationship and wished it was more than it was. Jack and Samantha got together three or four times a year, whenever he was in the neighborhood. Samantha was thirty-six but still, no not still, Jack thought, even more beautiful than when she danced in Vegas. She had an eighteen year old son Jason who was born before she. Then her hands were on my bottom, gripping it’s cheeks, her digging nails sending shivers of pain through my loins.She sighed, telling me to fuck her so I pushed into her. Ridges of hot flesh gripped my shaft, rolling back my foreskin as I slid into her depths.“Go on now, fuck me," she instructed.I lifted my hips, feeling my foreskin roll back over the glans. I pushed in again, deeper this time, her hands pulling me to her crotch. Again I withdrew and again I pushed back into her, and again and. Flailing mid-orgasm, my sister was finding and flinging my t-shirt at me. "Don't make your mess on me! Or my bed!"I soaked my own shirt. After that, Angela was ready for true bed, dismissing me as done. I carried my soiled shirt back to my own damn bedroom. Where I soiled it again before I could fall asleep.I wasn't really sure such events would transpire again, but they did. Several times, when the folks were out. Enough so that it got kind of boring. Sure, there was a wet smelly pussy and. We had a major client over there and I had to show them how to use some machines we sold them. Anyway, instead of driving home and then having to go back in the morning, I just stayed there all week and stayed in a Red Roof Inn. I was pretty bored after I was done at 5PM. I’d go and eat somewhere at IHOP or something (only had a $20/day food expense budget) and then go back to the motel and surf the web. I was horny as hell and decided to check out the night life. I went to a few bars and of.