We averaged intercourse six times a stop. Once on arrival andonce before we left in the morning and four time in between, andlots of sexual fun in bet...een.It was our honeymoon all over again. JenniferBoth Dean and I knew why our parents stopped so often. A coupleof times I walked by their door and heard them as they made love.Also as with most motel rooms the walls between rooms are notthat thick.I didn't mind it one bit that my parents were enjoying theswitch. As for me, except one problem, I. If he was dreaming, she’d do it, and if he wasn’t ... well, what was the worst that could happen?“Sure,” she said in surprise, then paused to collect herself. “Soon as you show me what you’re packing under those briefs.”Bradley hesitated, and memories of their encounter yesterday started coming back to him. She’d been trying to tempt him into embarrassing himself then, as well, but this ... this felt different.He couldn’t see a camera on her person anywhere, and while she could have hidden one. I wonder, is it cut or covered withforeskin. I fantasize about putting my hands around itand then taking it into my mouth and sucking on ituntil he shoots his load into my mouth and down mythroat.” As John was talking about his dreams, the doctornoticed that his breathing had increased and that therewas now a prominent bulge in his pants, as his cock gotharder while he spoke. Hell, Dr. Gosman was evengetting a hard on listening to this man’s revelations. “John.”. I licked my lips, watching them writhe as her cunt swallowed my nightstick. Pussy juices dribbled from Michelle's shaved flesh to mat down her sister's dark bush.I buried my face into Michelle's pussy, licking through her tangy folds, loving her. My cunt was on fire. Juices flooded out of me. My futa-dick begged to fuck them as their gasps and moans sang out for everyone passing on Ainsworth to hear.“Yes, yes, yes, lick my naughty pussy, Officer Cindy,” Michelle moaned. Then she gasped. “And my.