Another first for me, having a tongue up my ass. It seemed like about two seconds after I came the Coach was starting to moan and give me his load of ...ome which I greedily swallowed. It was after a short breather that I was properly introduced to the guy I had sucked, his name was Bob and his Coach was named Jim. Jim told us to put on our clothes we were going to have to stop for gas and bathroom break. After the stop and pee break we got under way again, this time the two coach's were up front. Taking me by the hand, she led the way. John came behind us. He lingered at the bottom of the stairs (he confessed later that this was to upskirt me). In the bedroom, John quickly striped off and sat on the bed. He was already hard. As instructed, I started to undress. Ann helped me with my zip then sat at her dressing table. It was thrilling to obediently strip for my audience. I felt strangely too shy to look directly at Ann but I was very conscious of her gaze. I was also very aware that. " Well, when people are doing it the word is descriptive, it's used to help lovers convey feelings." You mean it's okay for me to use the word fuck when we are really fucking?" Yes. . .I mean no. . .I mean you aren't supposed to be fucking err doing it to me so there is no time that you should use it," she said.Half an hour later, Lisa sighed. "I'm getting too tired to keep driving. Why don't we find a motel, and stay the night." Hey, mom, I'm all for that." Oh no you don't, we'll have separate. What do you want?”I grabbed my blanket off the couch and wrapped it around myself. “Cereal is fine. Thanks, Dad.” I turned and headed to my room, half the blanket trailing behind me on the floor like the train on a wedding gown.In my room, Mum had made some impressive progress. One wall was completely painted and a second wall was half done. Mum was perched on the chair from my dresser, reaching up to paint the section of wall above my mirror. She had spots of paint on her face and in her hair..