Edith had a new hobby, boy watching, especially when they jacked off. The faces they made when they shot juice were the best. Usually their heads were...tossed back, their eyes tightly shut. She was listing and naming the expressions: happy puppy, angry boy, the man, peek-a-boo ... Papa-Bill and Ray-ray made similar faces when they fucked. Both of them called it 'making love', but her dad always left marks on her mom when they made love. To Edith, fucking was better, especially for her. "Into what?" he asked."I have no idea, but it is into something. I have to believe that," I replied."Yes, I guess we all do."He looked lost again, so I said, "But if we don't get a move on, they might charge us for another day." He smiled broadly and began carrying things to the motel storeroom. From that locked room, the manager/owner allowed us to recover the bikes and small trailers.After all of Marty's rush to get started, I was surprised to see him pull into a roadside diner only a hundred. She obliged his command; he took her bare hand escorting her to his door. I followed as always, they stepped aside as we arrived allowing me to open the door. I then followed them in for a night of pleasure and surprise.Brett was the perfect host as always, he made Agness a drink while I got them their bottles of water. After retrieving the waters I took my usual seat across from their couch. I was now an observer, watching this lovely couple on their Valentine's date. Small talk followed. Life is the cock in the cunt. Look at this one. Such a prominent Mound of Venus to pound on. Such a luxurious bush of dark pussy hair. Such juicy thick pussy lips to lick and suck. Such a cute little clitoris to flick and munch on and to grind on while fucking this beauty. Is she not a beauty and a desirable object of our lusts? Isn’t this the best part of her initiation into our lustful tribe?”They all nodded with dissolute expressions of lust and depravity on their faces. Lord Whimsy.