"So ... pretty nice day today." The weather. It was better than nothing, right?The driver didn't deign to respond, merely turning up the radio. Sandy ...as momentarily shocked by the reaction, before turning her attention to the road once again. Perhaps this was a positive sign. She was being ignored.The ride to the airport was quiet, save for the sound of classic rock blaring from the speakers in the front seat. After paying the driver, she stepped out onto the curb, retrieving her bags from the. The rooms were large and sumptuously appointed. The décor was masculine. Colors were bright but "aristocratic" if there were such a thing. Chairs and sofas were dark leather, the paintings modern and the cabinets finished in bleached oak. A miasma of perfumes and alcoholic fumes clogged his nose. An underlying aroma of heated sex emanated from the bodies, male and female, trying to make connection in the room. The door to the outside patio stood open and cigarette stench drifted in,. I swallowed hard. "How did you get these?" I asked my uncle."We took them. Your aunt and I. Keep looking."I flipped to the next picture. My mom was now topless. Her breasts were bared and she clearly had a distressed look on her face. I flipped to the next polaroid. Same bed, same position but fully naked. My mom was completely naked and my aunt and uncle were taking pictures of her?I flipped to the next picture and it was of my aunt and my mom. My mom was on her hands and knees and my aunt was. Meg was unbearably horny. The touch of Blake's tongue on her ass was delicious - until he had first put his mouth there a few days earlier, she hadn't dreamed that her asshole could be such an erogenous zone. But she wanted more! And Blake seemed to want it too, for he pulled away, and soon, Meg sensed him kneeling behind her, ready to mount her.Blake spit on his fingers and rubbed them over his swollen cockhead, lubricating it. He wedged it against Meg's slippery, tight asshole and paused. "Do.