“You’re running a temperature too. I hope you’re not going down with something.”We drove the short distance home in silence. When we went insi...e, Terri tried to ask about the race but Mum waved her away, saying I wasn’t well.“Are you hungry?” she asked. “I saved you some dinner.”“Yes, but I don’t think I can stomach any solid food,” I replied.“Jump into bed and I’ll bring some soup up to you.”“Thanks Mum.”Mum’s soup was her traditional first-choice treatment for when we were afflicted by minor. PEARL AND DEAN“Damn it, Dean, careful with that camera gear. Put it in my room, while I check out the spa.”“On it, Pearl,” I said, trying to ignoring the increasingly snarky attitude that my boss had been using with me recently.Pearl Campbell is a best-selling wildlife photographer and author, her latest work in progress specialising in wetland birds and waders, hence her luxury hotel booking overlooking the Norfolk Broads estuary marsh, awaiting birds migrating from summer feeding grounds in. He opened my legs and thrust his big, hard cock inside my dripping pussy. He started fucking me faster, I moaned loudly, not wanting him to stop. Very suddenly he took his cock out of my pussy, pulled me to the edge of the bed, turned me around, bent me over and started fucking me hard. It's like he fucked me harder every time he rammed his cock inside of me.It was as if it became harder to control my hunger for his cock.. He rammed his cock deep into my pussy and I squirted all over his cock.. “We used to do this sort of thing quite a bit before we had a family,” I replied, and Scott confessed that we had really made his night. He suddenly pulled her tight against him, forcing the bulge in his trousers into her crotch.“Are you boys going to fuck me good and proper?” Shelley gasped, grabbing Scott’s face and kissing him, locking tongues briefly before she pulled away. “Can you show me the bedroom?” she asked as she looked him in the eye. I winked at him with approval.“I’ll gladly show.