I must have dozed off into a small sleep. "Yeah?" I called."Honey, I'm desperate to go to the loo. Will you be long?" I may be, yeah. I've only been i... for ten minutes." I called back."Do you mind if I just go now?"I paused for a second, covering my firm twenty year old breasts with handfuls of bubble-bath. "Yeah, come on in." I called.My mother burst into the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind her. The bath was located in the centre of the room, the toilet directly on the left of it, at. I get jackpots and I get some pays, but I was still down six hundred bucks. Not that the money bothers me all that much. Heck, my husband can lose twice that in one hand of poker. He always ends up winning though.That's what we come for actually. Poker. Jason (my husband) was here for the poker tournament. He's pretty good too, I guess. Anyway one casino or another invites him, pays his way and gives him a room. I rarely ever go actually. I did this time to escape my mother wanting to, well,. And I wanted to be a good father. Let me taste! moaned my wife. I didnt swallow the mouthful I had, and pulled my wifes face down for a passionate kiss. My balls boiled, sharing breast milk with my wife, and being buried in my sisters cunt, was too much for my dick. I groaned, my body tensing, and I shot three large blasts into my sisters womb. She kept riding me, gasping and moaning. Lick my ass, Via! You dirty whore! Im going to make you cum so hard! she screamed. Im cumming! Oh, yes! I love. " She replied, "Now you're talking.The elevator stopped on the third floor and I walked her to the room. Standing in front of the door, I looked at her and kissed her on the lips."Do something for me, babe. Take your dress off right here; before we go into the room." I asked."Sure, why not." She replied.With that, she untied the dress and let it slip from her shoulders. Before I knew it she was standing in the hotel hallway in high heels, stockings and a garter belt. God, she looked hot. I told.