There - upon the bedside table - a razor in a drinking glass.Why was that peculiar?Doug doesn't shave.It had dried white shaving cream and several hai...s stuck between the blades - he hadn't cleaned it after it was used. Those hairs - thick brown, some gray... curly... !My god!It couldn't be. Doug and his mother? Impossible.Right?My heart was racing and my legs wanted to run out of there - to escape these ludicrous thoughts that I was having. Catherine and her son!Unconsciously I backed out of. Then Sarah had come back to us, and she liked what we had become. I could not explain why, but I was now quite accepting of what I knew that she was doing right then with men that she had picked up in a pub.“Phil, Sarah told me that you were special. Now I understand why. Take me home and fuck me again, please.”In the taxi, going home, we kissed like two teenagers and groped each other through our clothes. I felt a bit guilty about behaving like that while the taxi driver was watching us in his. Barb said she had received another message from Bob saying that he wakes up early and was free until noon. She asked me if we could visit his room about eight in the morning, once I told her that was fine, she then replied to him that we’d see him then. We then spent some time rearranging some things in our suite for the party. It was then her turn to take a quick shower before Kim and Bobbie would be arriving. I took a Viagra pill and put on my cock ring since, at that point, I wasn’t sure. I laid her on the bed and went to kiss her and necking her. She started moaning a bit loud now and her hands were on my back and on my hair.I caught her turned her around and made her on top of me and asked her to kiss me on my neck, chest and face. She removed my shirt went slowly on my face, then lips then to my neck and I gave a moan she licked my nipples and went down to my navel and removed my pants and kissed my legs and thighs but never touched my dick or even kissed it. We were.