I knocked, but there was no answer. Still, that is why she left the door key. I opened the door, and went inside. There was a note on the rail at the ...oot of the stairs:Our bedroom is upstairs.Up the stairs – with my cases – and on the bed was a cardboard box, with more instructions. Inside the box were a silk robe and some black satin boxers.You might want to freshen up after your trip, and get into something more comfortable.Actually, I really felt like a nice shower – I wasn't use to the hot. That gave Sandy and I a chance to talk. We only had one more day before we reached California. That meant that I had to make a decision on what to do next. Several days earlier I would not have had any doubt about what my next step would have been. Now I had a major dilemma."What are you going to do we get to San Francisco Gary?" Sandy asked."I don't know yet," I answered, looking out the window at nothing in particular. My heart was heavy. I knew that I cared for Sandy and Jessica. I also had. It was about Natalie and me. She was the common bond between Tom and me, the one who made our friendship close and lasting.Natalie gave Tom her whole life, and Tom loved her as much as I've always loved you. I confess to you now that I've always loved Natalie, too, ever since Tom married her and brought her into my life. I've carried her in a special place in my heart, a place reserved just for her, ever since the first day I legally drove my daddy's 1959 Ford Fairlane.I never thought of the. I grabbed her hips and began pumping her with hard strokes, making her perfect, round ass ripple."Oh, yeah, fuck her," Karen said. "Fuck her nice and hard."Alicia went a little wild, and I slipped out of her steaming cunt. She rose up, and I felt Karen's hand wrap around my cock. A warm wetness enveloped me once again and I arched my hips. To my surprise, I heard Karen gag, and realized it was her mouth I was in, not her sister's pussy. She sucked a bit more, and then pushed me into her.