“I think that was Gramma Cartwright,” I said to her in a low voice.“And I just had you, Stephie. Not that you weren’t and aren’t a joy, but ... think if I was excited about it all the time, I would have had more kids, and now everything wouldn’t depend on you and your father,” continued Bettina.“What all depends on dad and I?” asked Stephanie.“Well, according to Gramma Cartwright...” Bettina said, then told Stephanie what we’d been told and what ‘she’ remembered now. During all this, Stephanie. As I was talking to him, I heard a knock on the door. I cancelled the call, gulped the remaining drink in the glass, and went to open the door.Shambhu: Why did you leave me alone down there?Me: Should I have fought for some men’s rights with you instead? (I giggled).Shambhu: Honey, I have paid for this expensive trip, you know.Me: Then why didn’t you tell the porter to carry our fucking bags? We could have then walked upstairs romantically holding each other’s hand.Shambhu didn’t say anything. She was keening now, ready to cum, I could tell. ‘Oh Jesus,’ Lorna’s voice, her mouth hard against my ear. ‘Cum with me, now!’ She drove hard into me and stopped moving, just as Georgie did the same thing. Thus impaled I felt the dam break and the climax that had been waiting flood over me, making me taut, fighting Lorna’s weight and Georgie’s restraining hands. I bucked as the orgasm spewed out of me in a torrent of screaming half words. We lay side by side. My two assailants panting, just as. " Marie head spun around. "But he has seen us both, he will rat you out if you don't give him some top keep quite." The man said. Marie turned back to me "Sure Timmy, sweetie, why don't you join me, Jerry was just leaving." she said. My cock was rock hard and took over my thought process. I had been wanting to have sex and here was a woman offering it up. Marie was never one that I thought about when it came to sex. She was homey and, well, boring and not very hot. But to see her laying there.