So we would check out some rooms and talk and wander, then sit, I gave her some space to talk to others... The guy who she was supposed to meet never ...howed up... his loss and maybe my amazing adventureSo we went back to a room, my lady friend was in and she said to this woman "He is a good guy, we played a few times" and then went to check other roomsSo we go back to a room with an open door, where my lady friend was getting fucked and sucking a cock...we were standing in the doorway and I was. Time for that incestuous threesome we promised your son downstairs!"Barbie stumbled after her, still watching her husband over her shoulder. A threesome with her own sun sounded fantastic. But her husband's infidelity was so wrong, so evil, so nasty, so pussy-melting, so erotic she couldn't look away. She planned to watch him as often as possible. Preferably while her son, or some other stud gave her body the fucking it needed.Inside, she found her son masturbating, staring at her new body with. And while a child's imagination was a wonderful thing, ithad its limitations. It could turn a t-shirt into a sundress, but itcouldn't change a boy into a girl. Even at nine, I understood thatwishful thinking didn't get you anywhere. Look at how my parent'smarriage had turned out. Placing a hand on the top of the dresser, Ibent forward in to study my features at extreme close up ?And froze.There were footsteps coming up the stairs. Heavy, slumping footsteps;the sound of a drunken woman hauling. That night we stroked each other until we came. I had long forgotten how his dick felt in my hand, but I did remember how sensuous it was watching his cum shoot out when he ejaculated. I also remembered how it felt to cum with his hand stroking me. That was the first time someone else had brought me to orgasm and it felt awesome. That thought gave me pause and brought me up short. Here I was, in a hotel room masturbating with my buddy and my mind was flooding with thoughts of stroking his dick..