"The head chef came near smiling, "Yes, I'd say Charles is too beautifulto be a boy. To bad we only need two hostesses. Now, get this nonsenseout of m...y Kitchen girls!"This statement surprised me and I guess I looked wounded. Ginger cameclose and whispered, "He's just jealous that we pay so much attention toour pretty boy."One day Ginger arrived at the Inn but was a bit late. She was holding herheels and her stocking were torn. She stepped to the restroom and amoment later came out with her. When his finger came to her crater, he stuffed it in. He didn't care how it felt for her. He just wanted to get his finger into that little brown hole. He squirmed his finger into place in there, and tugged on the tight flesh of the anus muscle."Oooh, good," said Susan. "That's nice like that."Charley pushed his finger all the way down the tube. He jammed his digit into her bowels, even, and he stirred up the smooth flesh around his finger. "Mmm... mm," he hummed, "is that nice, too?"She rocked. Her wet pussy lips were parted and were cherry red from the bouncing. It was just stretched by a very large cock. It has been awhile since she received suck a good fucking, she thought. She then looked up from her thoughts and saw me celebrating with the k** that just walked in and took her in front of everyone. I was pointing at the k** and he was smiling point back at me. That is when she instantly knew, it was all my doing. “So, he likes to direct shit” she whispered to herself. “Well, time. I won a game, just, and Sally and Mom each won one, but Louise was the surprise, with three wins. For a self-confessed computer geek, she had a damned good vocabulary. Mom opened another bottle of wine as we played and when we’d finished we all took to our beds cheerful and mellow. Breakfast next morning was peaceful, and by nine o’clock there were only Louise and me left in the house. ‘Anywhere you’d like to go, anything you’d like to do?’ I asked her as we put the breakfast dishes away. She.