The woman had been a sour-faced teenager, too."Thank you Hilda," Callie told the woman as she and both of her daughters each picked up their own room ...eys, a stack of linens, and collected those for the girls' brother, too. Drew, his wife, and their children, would arrive later, after Becky got off work and they made the six-hour drive. Donna and Trina's husbands would be along about that same time, bringing their children.Callie, Donna, and Trina had taken a "girl's day" off to spend it. I just need to know where I’m staying at night, aside from nights like last night, I guess,” Eva rambled, making Christina giggle a bit.“Sis ... you’re looking at it. You’re staying right here. Back me up on this. In this room. This is your bedroom, just as it’s ours. This is your bed, too. It might get crowded and you’ll witness things that you can’t unsee, but I didn’t take you as a lover only to discard you, I can promise you that. The last thing that you need right now is to be held at. It must feel so good sliding into her shitter like uncle Angelo did. I could only imagine—wait! I don't have to imagine. Why didn't I think of this sooner? I've read so many erotic stories using the tried and true theme of blackmail that I can't believe I didn't think of it before.What the fuck am I thinking here? A story is one thing, but real life, that's an entirely different ball game. I don't know if I'd have the strength to actually approach her and say, "From now on I'm going to fuck. I tried to remain calm, not look flustered but I was both embarrassed and aroused even as others began to look our way, wondering at the hissing sound coming from our table. Finally it stopped and Grace pulled her dress back down, climbing back out, grabbing me by the tie and dragging me past the chattering crowd, out into the car park. She almost threw me against the car and as the sun set behind us she unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rigid cock. She sank to her knees and took me into her.