My mother looked over her shoulder and my sister looked up from my mother’s wet cunt; her face covered in mom's juices.“Hey, Will; we were just wa...ching TV when I found your mints. We both took one and your sister told me how she let you watch her cum this afternoon. Well before you know it I had taken off my clothes and she started to tub on my pussy and suck my tits,” my mother said.“Oh fuck!” I thought to myself. They had taken my ecstasy; and to boot my sister had saw me this afternoon. That was good for us and the projects we were to fund.It came as no surprise that within a day of my presentation to Painted Horse of the forms for applying for a student grant, that Peter and BlueBird's son, Sharp Eye of the Soaring Eagle, or "Steven" as he was known on his Stanford application, was the first to fill out the form. The second applicant presented us with a decision. She was Astrid Orgoñez; a nineteen-year-old who claimed to be half Aztec Indian. According to the documentation. A bit to my surprise (why I don't really understand now), they all just more or less stumbled out of the car, donning their scanty amount of clothes in public view of everyone in the parking lot. Not I, though. I had to don my swimming trunks before debarking, otherwise I would most certainly have fallen with them round my ankles."Just follow me, guys," Beebee said after locking the car. He was followed by the girls, each with two handsome guys on their arms and I made up the rear guard.. I always stay at the same hotels. To keep myself out of legal trouble I'll leave the name of the hotel and the city of the retelling of a good time I had not too long ago. It was a Wednesday afternoon. The day before I was supposed to fly back home. I was "working" from the hotel that day. What that meant was I was answer my cell but using my laptop to look at porn. I was reading stories like this one and watching some rape video clips. I had been drinking from the mini-bar so I had a nice buzz.