"Take my car home. I'll catch a taxi or something. Just don't bend the fenders, if you please. I still owe Father for most of it." He tossed the keys ...on the table, and vanished before our eyes.I looked at Tess and we both laughed.After a few more drinks, I could see that Tess was beginning to feel the heat of the place. It was hard not to, I suppose. The atmosphere was redolent with the aroma of testosterone and semen, and to a woman of Tess's sensitivity, that was like laying raw filet mignon. By popular acclaim.Alan called. He explained and hung up.Alan said, “Gloria said she’d meet us at the Antler and she’d bring the boys ... yes, they can go.”Gloria is a piece of work. Chicago summer-folk that stayed. Alan was a good looking beach lifeguard, a Freshman in college, tall, straight ... erect. She liked the erect part ... she liked it one time too many and he did the ‘right thing.’ Compared to the crabapple Pentwater girls ... Gloria was a peach and ripe... The boys? Not so much.. I found us a lovely little hotel that even said ‘gay friendly’ on its website, a statement that would normally put me right off but it looked gorgeous and the sample menu was divine. It also had a room with country views so I booked it. Another text: ‘I’ll be with you at 8. You’re driving my car so I can read on the way down.’ Friday evening I packed. I decided on simple for the journey – a skirt and blouse – and a decent dress to wear for dinner. I packed a nightie and some of the usual stuff. He had been fucking his cock into his mother’s drenched and super-charged pussy at high speed for longer than he had ever fucked before in his life. The tingly sensations that signaled his orgasm had gripped his balls and spread throughout his body minutes ago, but he still hadn’t come. He had to shoot, he told himself. He just had to dump his load of hot sticky cum inside his mother’s pussy or he would burst apart at the seams. He felt himself right on the verge of shooting his load, so.