She showered, fixed her hair and put on her sexiest underwear then a short summer dress, even though it was not quite the season. She did not give her...self time to think but as she headed for the door she remembered the condoms. She had a ‘variety’ pack in the bedside draw left behind by a previous encounter. She grabbed them and headed out into the evening.There were a few people in the hotel bar, but it was far from crowded. Bob was sitting at a corner table away from the other customers. He. After reaching his room, he got out the wine and grabbed us by our busty asses. While doing so he said, ” You two are so fuckin hot, I don’t think I will be able to control myself.”Before I could even react to what was happening, the son of a bitch had put his slimy tongue in my mom’s mouth. All I could manage to say was, “I am Reilly and her name is Tera”. I guess I did so that at least he had our names before things started to get even more freaky…20 minutes later…We removed all our clothing. I turned my head just enough to see my father’s arm come down on me again. He was holding my big hairbrush. It was wooden and it had a big handle that I sometimes fucked myself with. It had long prongs that could reach to my skull when I teased my hair. Then it hit my crotch again. It wasn’t the smooth wooden back that hit me it was all of those tiny plastic spikes. Each one dug into my flesh and the tiny round buttons on the ends did little to sooth the inflection of pain. Some of the stiff. What did that mean? You are weird, little orange person. I distinctly heard a little teenage giggle in my mind. I saw the words "Wow. She is a genius, isn't she? I didn't expect her see through my camouflage that fast." I recognized the giggle as little orange person, but I didn't recognize it as anyone I knew.I hugged Amy, and then kissed her. She clung to me desperately, sobbing almost hysterically. I picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. I started to take her clothes off as.