"Callum, Turn around mate you have some dirt, here let me get it for you" he started at my shoulders and slowly ran both his hands down my back brushi...g away the dirt i supposedly had on my back. It felt like he was taking his time but I sure wasn't complaining! He didn't stop at the back of my back though, he started brushing it of my ass as well which felt so good. Maybe this was a hint, I didn't know I was just glad he touched me.Time passed and it was already two, we had spent two hours in. Perched on a small hill overlooking the market town, the Castle Mount Hotel had seen better days: jaded but not yet decrepit. I parked up and headed for Reception. The desultory remains of wedding confetti mingled with the shingle on the drive. Above the entrance was proudly displayed four motoring club stars, but as the sign was enamel and chipped, I guessed it was probably pre-war!The hotel’s entrance lobby was lined with dark-stained mahogany panelling and faded velvet drapes. Pride of place. She definitely had the curves and look that turned me on.I was as hard as I climbed on top of her and slid into her. We rolled to the side and I licked my index finger and inserted it as far as I could reach into her tight anus, literally feeling myself thrusting just a few layers of skin away.Her thighs were pale like the rest of her except for a dark brown mole on the inside of her left one. Ana was the perfect lover. I didn't have to make small talk or worry about pleasing her. I only had to. I accepted and Mrs Winterburn ushered me inside.I followed her into the kitchen, and there I saw a sight that still to this day is seared into my brain, a vision that has brought me much pleasure over the years. Emily, Tom's older sister, was bending over the kitchen table. Her legs were spread about shoulder-width apart, her knickers were pulled down around her knees and her skirt was pushed up over her waist. She was lent right across the table, holding onto the far side.I stopped right there.