"I guess," I answered. "The special effects are pretty good but the plot is a little recycled, wouldn't you say?" Oh, you," Laura admonished playfully... "Don't start that again." Recycled?" Sharon asked. "What do you mean?" You know," I said. "The rich/poor romance plot. It's as old as movies themselves. They just plugged it into a new setting. Remember Pretty in Pink? Same plot. How about The Karate Kid? Hell, even Lady and The Tramp has the same premise."Sharon frowned, taking a sip out of her. That got Jim’s cock an extra squeeze, Marnie was starting to get into this open sex. As she watched Rose was not only humping her son but with each up and down strike she was corkscrewing into him. Marnie was impressed not only with Rose’s slow controlled fuck but with the firmness of her ass, each time she bottomed on Paul her ass didn’t flatten very much. Turning a little she saw Mary facing her, she was leaning back into John, with her legs spread wide Marnie could see John’s cock sliding. "Just because of this," she said, taking my turgid root in both her hands and treating it savagely, tweaking its head and kneading its shaft."Ouch," I cried, trapping her hard nipples between my fingers and squeezing. "Have a care." Such a crybaby," she whispered as my prod hardened, and she rose to stuff it into her. Then she slowly lowered herself on that growing spike with a satisfied sigh until the whole blood-hot thing disappeared into her sodden quim.She got herself comfortable, her knees. Immediately we were seated Maggie appeared, modestly dressed as always for visitors, and asked for orders for drinks. At first Marion's parents insisted on coffee while Marion and I asked for orange juice, but once an invitation was extended to stay for dinner and to perhaps make an evening of it they allowed themselves to be convinced to have something alcoholic, beer for Eric and a brandy and soda for Rosemary. And that's when Roger Morgan offered them the use of one of two guest rooms with.