Every problem seemed to be high drama, a blow to her self-esteem. She could not even trust her few close friends, they talked behind her back and occa...ionally set her up for humiliating little jokes. Although Rachel said more than once “I hate you. & I never want to see you again.” She would eventually hang out with them again. Anything was better than being alone. School was hard, but it was nothing compared to her home life. Her dad had always been short tempered, but since the death of. He was laying in a ridiculously large bed, in what looked like a typically anonymous hotel room. The only things missing were the generic art prints, and a large window with a lousy city view. Interestingly, the wallpaper matched his oddly-patterned clothing. Instead of a door, there was an open archway, through which he could see a long hallway, and hear the babble of assorted voices.He rose from the bed, and walked through the doorway. There were several other open archways along the length. But then she asked if I could help her get pants up. I knelt down with my face now inches from her hairy mound, and retrieved pulled panties first then pants up around her waist. I could smell her pussy, and it got me rock hard. I tried to hide it as I helped her back to her bed, but I know she could see the tent in my pants. From that point on, she called me in whenever she had to go to the bathroom, figuring the ice was broken, no sense pushing herself too hard, if I had already seen her pee.. “Mother, it is now my turn”I dropped down quickly and drove my tongue straight between her soft pussy lips. I wanted to make her explode. I focused on her clit… sucking and licking it with pleasure.Her moans and groans excited my limp cock back to life, and the bucking of her hips made me so crazy that I could not control myself.I was driving one finger into her pussy and one into her asshole as I continued to lick her cunt. I pushed my fingers in and out of her cunt and ass as her cries.