After three hours, we were getting bored watching the proceedings, or rather, the lack of them. Lora was asleep and snoring softly on the cot in her c...ll.What was that? There was a blur of motion. Lora was struggling with someone or something. Alarm bells were shrilling and the audio pickups amplified her angry screams.My fist slammed down on a red-lit toggle. Sleep gas! Lora's movements slowed, then stopped. There was a dark figure at her side, still thrashing about, but then all movement. Ohh God, she didn't' know the effect she was having on me. Iwould be ogling her without being obvious and sporting a huge erection.Man, how I wanted to go over and run my hands all up and down her prettynylon encased legs. Or even kneel down and lick up and down her legs.Heck, I probably would have even sucked her nylon encased toes! I wouldhave to run to the bathroom and jack off, and some afternoons that wouldhappen several times. Wow, my own sister was turning me on. Suzy wasfueling my nylon. “Use the hotel landline then.”“I don’t remember her number! It’s programmed in my phone. Who remembers the actual number?”, she whined.We sat there for a minute, the flickering of the muted TV in the background. She kept glancing back at the dead phone, as if willing it back to life would somehow recharge the battery.Then I had a naughty thought.“Well, I guess we’ll have to go get your charger then”, I said.“It’s upstairs”, she replied dismissively.“Yes, so let’s go get it”, I repeated.She. But it didnt end there. Oh, no. Thats just where it started. One morning, he put his finger there, a gentle probing, a tickling tease. I shied away at first, embarrassed. For me, there was a grave difference between his cock, too enormous to gain purchase against that tiny hole when he stroked it there, and his finger, which seemed to have a sly intention. Of course, I was right. His finger, slippery with the soap he was using to lubricate his cock, slid into my asshole. When I hissed at him.