He removes his hand as I say enjoy your meal.After a five minutes I return asking how he likes his meal. He puts down his utensils and sniffs the thum...b that probed my ass and licks the finger that went inside my now dripping pussy. "Smells great. Tastes even better" looking me straight in the eyes. My legs tremble as I feel a small orgasm ripple through my body. My nipples strain against the fabric of my blouse as push my chest out. When I turn to walk away I arch my back pushing my butt out at. I couldn't believe how bold Margie had been, and how attracted I'd been to what I was seeing. My own feelings were a mystery to me. I finally exited the bathroom and quietly made my way back towards my room. Mother's bedroom door was shut when I returned, so I continued on to bed. I lay in bed, unable to sleep. My mind ran over and over the image of Margie cupping and massaging my mother's breasts, kissing her neck. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep for what seemed like forever. My. The handle caughtmy eye though; 'JAILFUN4USALL' I have always had a prison thing. Often as I daydream away, Elena appearson holiday with me, and ends up in some deep South American Jail where, inthe deepest cell her screaming round the room, making the guards watching smile,as her piss drips from the steel table onto the white tiled floor. Rather than ignore the message, as I did with many, I replied; 'Hi, interesting handle' And off the chatting went, taking its usual course, 'JAILFUN4USALL'. After grabbing a quick breakfast at the deli downstairs, we were on the road by 9:30, me behind the wheel, as we headed out of town on I-15. We sang along with the radio and generally talked of inconsequential things as the miles slipped away.We were about an hour outside of Vegas when I felt Jen's soft hand resting on my knee, the way this whole adventure had started. She rubbed my knee gently, her movements sensual but not overly sexual. I turned to her and grinned, enjoying the contact."Ed?.