Her nipple rings slid across my chest as her nylon panties grazed the underside of my cock back and forth. After a few moments of embracing, she whisp...red in my ear, “We’re not even yet!” With a wide, lopsided grin, I slid her panties down and off revealing her bald charms. Again I leaned in close to inhale deeply. Wendy urged me back up to standing, slapped me on the ass and said, “Face down on the table, babe!” I assumed the position and she started the most thorough, professional, and deep. "No I don't know why!!" Charles stammered, like some kind of fool."Because we can sniff a liar from a mile away," Ivy pretending to sound sarcastic.Ivy then made a face that made her eyes grow wide and menacing. Charles wasn't sure if she was just having fun with him or trying to scare him for real.She really is a gypsy. She admitted it, Charles thought."Hey Charles do you remember the time when Ivy told you that we were witches?" Megan asked in a happy tone."No," Charles lied.He pretended to. I wasn't prepared for this, and part of me wanted to leave, but another part was very curious about what might happen.She moved closer to me, took my hands and put them on her breasts. I started fondling them and could feel the nipples start to harden beneath the t-shirt and bra. She started pulling my shirt off. "Wait," I said, "I'm not sure I want to do this." Shandra replied "You can't expect to leave after seeing me naked and feeling me up. You've got me horny now and you have to do. Have all the privacy we need for you to fuck the shit out of me like you used to do."There was a convention in town. Getting any kind of room was a lucky break. All the Conways could find was the last overpriced vacancy at a hole-in-the-wall motel. Since their daughter would have to sleep on a cot beside their bed, it looked to a disappointed Brad and Helen Conway as if there'd be no ass-fucking for them that night. However, all was not lost, thanks to an unexpected source... Christy knew.