They got their luggage from their cars and headed for reception, hand in hand, "I wonder if the receptionist will notice your hard-on?" giggled Amala....That is your fault for being so fucking sexy," replied Patrick.If the receptionist did notice the bulge in Patrick's trousers she was discreet enough to not make it obvious as the interracial and age difference lovers checked in. They happily made their way to the lift and the room where they expected to have quite a bit of sex over the next. "From where I sit, you're horning in on things that are none of your business and ruining lives!" Crystal ranted back."He's got a secret..." WE have a secret -- and we would like for it to STAY secret!" Crystal barked."I need to know," Desiree insisted."You WANT to know -- you don't NEED to know! This isn't your issue to deal with! In fact, it would be a DEAD issue if it weren't for you!" Crystal ranted. She was letting Desiree have it, because we knew if we rolled over too quickly, Desiree. Let me say it looks nothing like it did when we left this morning. I don't know how she did it!"Ali curled up on Bill's lap as he was looking through TV Guide. He smiled and reached for the television control. Turning on the set, he leaned back and held Ali. She had kicked off her shoes and squealed when she realized the movie was one of hers.Bill kissed her nose and said, "This is great! I have a feeling we won't be seeing Jan and Pete for a while, so I'll just watch my favorite actress."Ali. ."The lovely naked teenager moaned softly and parted her thighs, rotating the whiteness of her firm young buttocks deep down into the mattress while her left hand moved up and down with soft, tantalizing strokes, encircling the satin pubic curls and moistly swollen flesh of her vaginal lips. She swallowed hard, her stomach a thousand butterflies, for there was a strange, perverted attraction in knowing that she was putting on a lewd sex show for her mother, and the wicked perverts grouped.