The last thing I remember was her being ripped out of me in the middle of a mind-blowing orgasm.For me at least, the fun ended the next morning – la...e morning – when I found the notice the hotel staff had slipped under our door. Sometime in the night there had been an earthquake –a really big earthquake – in the South Pacific, and a tsunami warning had been issued."Shit!" I swore, as I scanned the notice I had spotted on the way to the bathroom. It had taken a serious effort of will to drag. Sara’s hands were pulling at her nipples. She was getting close to cumming. I felt the razor cutting my pubic hair. What am I going to tell my husband? What if he comes home soon?Sara’s orgasm was building. Somehow, the conflict between going crazy sucking on Sara and my hips and waist trying to stay calm was driving me close to the edge also. Steve abruptly put a finger into my pussy. I cried out in pleasure but I didn’t move since I still felt the razor and it was close to my pussy lips. My. I found an Ava Devine DVD that I really enjoyed, where she gets done every which way by three big, black cocks, and put it into the player.The best thing about this DVD was probably the beginning, which came onto the screen suddenly. Ava, in a basque and silky pink panties, addressing the camera as she pulls her big, fake titties out of her lingerie. "You like these?" She asked. Despite not considering myself to be in any way bisexual or anyway bi-curious, I found Ava an incredible turn on. Her. He smiled. This time his smile was compelling. Was there something in his eyes? In his smile? I don't know, but I felt something loosening inside me. It wasn't sexual, not right then, anyway. It was, I don't know, like something tight and now not so much. I'm not describing this very well, I know. Christ, I wondered, what the hell is happening to me?Harry stepped closer. His cock touched my lips, and I turned my head away. With difficulty, I have to admit. Somewhere inside me I wanted to turn.