" So you rented the motel room for you and your girlfriend, she is your girlfriend, right, to have sex?" Yes," I said exasperated. Did I have to spell...everything out? It should be obvious.Sandoval spoke. "Did you have a good time?"I looked over and nodded. My face felt warm. Sandoval smiled.Martin said, "So let's go to Saturday morning. What did you do?" We had sex again and then dressed to checkout." And that's when the police saw you and sent you go to the motel lobby?" Yes. For our own. Its a corner bar inthe village tricked out like a seventies disco bar. Im sure if you saw itin daylight hours it wouldnt amount to much, cheap decor with lots ofmirrors and low ceilings. Expenditure calculated to a tee against income.We had discussed my costume that evening, pantyhose and a very shortlurex dress. Something as cheap as the venue. The idea was some wouldpity me and some would envy me the latter camp being the dumbest peoplethere. How do you feel about that he asked. Its never. I was so excited, I lit a smoke and walked on the terrace enjoying the cool breeze. He came and took my clothes and put them in side his room. I was walking on the terrace and enjoying the breeze and then I saw him at the door of his room fully naked with a hard-on.It was getting daylight so I asked him to get a condom from my jeans and wear it and he was ready in a minute. I was already lubed with the lotion and I went in his room. Inside was a twin bed a fan and light. Just the basic needs. John had long been a fan of beautiful lesbians or bisexual women. He had often jerked off to sights and visions of sexy women touching each other, kissing, rubbing breasts and nipples together, going down on each other and wailing in delight to girl-on-girl pleasure. The sight of the ther****t’s hand on his mother’s knee had his dick aching and twitching. Both women were hot. He was emotionally and sexually in love with his mother and if things worked out, he would be always faithful to her.