They had sent her a letter at the end of the summer telling her lies of a wonderful two week trip out of state to visit some of the most prestigious i...stitutions in the nation. It was a completely free trip that she had won from previous academic achievements and recommendations from her teachers and administration. Little did she know that it was all a lie.She would really be spending the two weeks locked up in a dungeon hidden down in the basement of the school being fucked, tormented,. It was like stepping into a different world, the heat of the desert left far behind them. These tunnels were downright chilly, it was a welcome reprieve from the blistering heat of the sun. Gone, too, was the dry climate. Down here, every surface was slick with moisture, dripping from the ceiling to form dangling stalactites that resembled icicles of rock.Eventually, the tunnel widened, emerging into a vast underground chamber. It was like stepping into a cathedral made from flowstone. The. Denise hadher doubts. She always told me that she thought that my mother didn'tthink she was good enough for me. I said that her opinion didn't matterand that many mother's feel that way about their children's spouses. Sheagreed with that, but she didn't like it when it was applied to her.I embraced Denise as I let her into the house. Mom heard us talking anddecided she wanted to talk to us. She called us into the dinning room. Isat next to Denise at the tableI held her hand as Mom looked at us. She can pretend," Nora said."And will," David said, grabbing her moving hips and thrusting upwards into her.They didn't speak for a while, except for soft moans."I'm close, David," Nora announced."I've been waiting for you," he said."I know... uh-uh... yes... yes... now!"They climaxed together, but as usual, Nora's orgasm lasted twice as long as David's. He held her tenderly until she recovered."Can you lift us out of the hot tub while we're still connected?" Nora said."To avoid our juices.