"Cate?" I quietly asked as we walked. I was feeling pretty good, the evening having been largely free of the concerns that had been plaguing me since ...e first arrived in the city. However, now that the distractions of our restaurant crawl and Patricia's concert were largely over, my worries were returning with a vengeance."Yeah?" she quietly replied."I'm kind of freaked out by all this shit," I admitted. I slowed my pace a bit, allowing us to drop a bit further back from the adults walking. The couple introduced themselves as John and Maria, they seemed a friendly couple. I noticed that one of guys (Gary) was very close to Maria and the other (Tim) was very close to Lyn. After a while I felt one of Lyn's hands on my cock under the bubbles. My cock responded immediately by getting hard. I thought if it's ok for her to play with me it is ok for me to play with her, so I reached down to where her pussy was ready to give her clit a good rub only to find there was already a hand. I have to admit I was just a little surprised, I have no issues with black people and always raised our k**s to not see color, but this would be a different kind of experience being under the same roof. I thought, well good for Amy. I was looking forward to finding the cabin since we were getting close now when Amy said they didn't rent a cabin. I said I just assumed that they did, she said no we were staying at the Baymont Inn, hmmm just a hotel room. Amy said well it's a suite so there is a. It's just that she's a nosey, interfering old bastard who never has a good word to say about me. Anytime she is around Jean she spends the whole time just slagging me off. I can't stand her. What worse, Jean actually feels sorry for her, living all alone since her husband died 10 years ago, and would like her to move in with us. No fucking way.Even with those thoughts going around my head I am disturbed to find that I still can't get shot of this hard-on.I can hear Rita opening Jean's wardrobe.