When I returned, Dan asked me if I had gone to Cuba to for the beer. I mumbled something stupid and then did my best to pretend everything was norma.... We drank our beers and headed back to our rooms to get ready for dinner.When we were back in our room and Anne was changing out of her swim suit, I probably could have told her what I saw and we would have talked about it. Instead I groped her. I wanted my hands to touch the same places Dan's hands had been. I kissed her gently, like Dan. “Mary, you are so fucking good, my slut sister.” Angie was rubbing her pussy and watching with lust glazed eyes. He stopped fucking me long enough to get my lube out of the drawer. He slammed his thick cock back inside and I wondered what he was doing. I didn't have long to wait. He pushed a lubed finger into my ass and I squealed and pulled away. He yanked me back to him and slapped my ass. “Its just a finger, Mary. Relax.” I trusted him. He kept fucking me slowly now, and lubed his finger. Lara overcame problems, and that included any itches she may need scratched. She knew what brought those thought on: Ben Polecat. He was an arrogant, rude, insufferable chauvinist but also strong, tough and determined. This is pathetic. She was mooning about like a school girl, but still those broad shoulders, dark brooding eyes, that firm jaw...Ben may of caught her interest but if there was ever a relationship more doomed to failure. They were too different, no that wasn't it. They were too. Gretchen was starting to buck her hips upward into her mother's sucking mouth and Katrina knew that her daughter was on the brink of a great cum. She sucked and jabbed harder urging Gretchen closer to the brink of erotic release."Yes! Suck it bitch! Suck my fucking hot clit!" Gretchen hissed."Mmmmmmm!" was all Katrina could reply. Her hand was between her legs rubbing violently at her own swollen pleasure nub."Eat it you pussy whore! Eat my fucking cunt!" Gretchen cried out as her orgasm shook.