It was coming from my mom’s room. I slowly moved towards the door and looked through the keyhole. The lights were switched off but I could see the m...onlight shining through the window. I saw two people in there not clearly but as black outlined figures. One looked like my mom and the other I didn’t recognize.The guy was kissing my mom everywhere, simultaneously lifting up her nighty slowly. She was moaning lightly, from the pleasure. I couldn’t see anything clearly through the key hole so I. She repeated immediately with stroke after stroke upward into the delicate folds of the gaping sex. June screamed freely, thrashing wildly in the straps holding her, begging and pleading for the awful pain to stop. Of course Cynthia didn’t stop. The experience fresh in her own mind she knew the places she wanted to take her lover. Every so often a brief pause to stroke and tease the swollen and bruised folds and lips, then more vicious strokes right to June’s core with the quirt.She alternated. Then I turned to the shower.I turned on the water, waited for the hot to reach the showerhead, and adjusted for temperature. I slipped out of my pants and underwear, and climbed into the shower.I didn’t have a choice about body soap or shampoo. I had to use what was there. Worse, I forgot to lock the door. My hair was thick with lather when I heard the door open and close. “Sorry,” Alyssa said. “I can’t wait.” Then I heard the tail-tell sounds of her using the toilet. With my girls, I didn’t. They had been promised an extra special treat for winning the state championship and this was their reward. There were 12 girls on the team, the equipment manager, the trainer, the assistant coach, and the coach, Ms Adel Lofton.The 16 females on this trip were a real handful for Capt. Williams. His boat was Coast Guard certified as being large enough for 20 passengers, but his mate had gotten very sick that morning, so Capt. Williams had to do everything himself. He had to call on the teen-aged.