She awoke. She saw. She did not freak. She watched. I watched. She sat up and turned toward me. We sat in silence for quite some time. Then she laid b...ck down. On her side. Head where it was. Eyes on mine.She reached up and held my cheek. My hand found her side. Her hand moved to my shoulder. Mine went to her back. She rubbed her head into her pillow, and it formed itself into a very accurate likeness of a steel rod. Her hand left my shoulder and found my waist. My hand pressed her back, moving. Holly turned into a side street and parked the car on a drive. "Where am I?" Windmill Street is that way," she told me pointing down the road, and town is down there and turn left," she said, gesturing from where we had just come from."But can you give me a hand with Mum?" She's not that far gone, is she?" I asked and Holly chuckled."No, but she'll just need some help." Holly woke her mother, stretched out obscenely on the back seat and guided her to her feet. I unlocked the door with Holly's. .. and let's face it most of us here are for a very, sexy vacation. So why not?" The group laughed."Oh you poor thing!" a young woman sporting mermaid paint, a feathered face mask and nothing else but flip flops, chimed in. "Has it been a while since you had some good sex?" She asked in an almost motherly fashion. There was something familiar in her voice or manner, but I couldn't place it. She was a short woman, with dark, straight shoulder length hair. She wore a golden, feathered face mask. Mark was increasing pushing against myfingers, and I slipped a third finger inside.Brad's only audible words were "Fuck me!"I was torn between the urge to run away, and the stronger urge to penetrateand plunder his ass. The second urge won. Dr. Brad had a supply of condomsin his bag, and directed me to them. He again lowered his chest to thetable, lifting his ass higher in the air. His stiff manhood wedged betweenhis body and the table. His balls were red, and not longer dangled, but hadpulled.