That got me off gaurd and I didn't know what to reply. What floor you on? she texted floor?!? I replied. At the hotel she texted. Oh? I said. 3rd...floor room 310. And you? I asked.Same floor 312 she said. I watched the rest of the game with no more texting. When we all got to the hotel all the boys went to shower I and a few other parents and the wife headed to the lounge. numb nuts was there but not Liz. after the boys showered we; the whole hockey team were to meet in one of the rooms. Lucy and Kerry were pumping my dick with their throats and spitting on it to help them go down as far as they could. Suddenly, Rachel pushed Lucy and Kerry out of the way and took my whole cock all the way down in one try. Lucy and Kerry stared wide-eyed at her accomplishment as she proceeded to do this multiple times. “I think that deserves a reward,” I said hungrily as I put Rachel on her back. I proceeded to push her legs behind her head, which was no trouble because she did it all the time. .." Oh I think you're smart enough to know what I'm saying. You just didn't hear it from me when the announcement is made at your end, now while the rest of us get some well deserved sleep Vikki and some sexy little slut by the name of Lucy James want some private time with some very special people. So Justin good night, good bowling and I'll ... er ... see you in Vegas!"Now there was something to think about. See me in Vegas she'd said, and when she spoke about other celebrities did Christina. As always, the stately Monsignor Montalcalvi, the kindly ‘Father Fred’, was semi-disgusted by the attitude of some of his parishioners. It seemed as if half his congregation viewed priests as sexual deviant homosexual pedophiles. The other half clung to the Bing Crosby version, the saint on earth who spent every waking moment not tending to their flock praying and doing good works. In some ways these were the most unrealistic - they were always astonished when they found him around town,.