He settled for a Chrysler Pacifica SUV instead. He drove it to the nearest used car lot that was not associated with a dealer. Nineteen minutes later,... he drove away with a six year-old Silverado and Clara followed him in the Pacifica to a Red Roof Inn, twenty-four miles to the (basically) west, on Rt. 27. They checked in, to the sounds of the semis roaring by on the highway, and unloaded the Pacifica into the rooms.“We have time to scout the site before we settle in for the night,” Clara. I woke in her arms, the sun shone through the gap in the curtains and dust motes danced. I couldn't get the words out of my head, 'What a difference a day makes, twenty-four little hours... '. Outside I could hear birdsong and the bright sunlight was testament to the fact that the storm of yesterday had dissipated. Sandra snuggled close to me and hummed happily. I felt her hands stroking my chest and then my stomach; my anticipation grew, along with something else, as her caresses descended. I started to thrust my dick in and out of her mouth and Stacy slid three fingers into Gina’s sopping pussy with my two. She also entwined her fingers with mine. This caused Gina to cry out even though her mouth never left Stacy’s crotch. I felt Gina start to cum and made the backs of my fingers and knuckles rub her G spot.I couldn’t take it any more; I needed pussy on my dick.I slid my fingers out of Gina, and with my fingers that were in her pulled Kat over to me.She realized the situation and. When we got close, we hugged lightly and kissed each other on the cheek. My mother was a third grade school teacher, very conservative and proper, outwardly at least I was tempted to pull her body against mine and kiss her on the mouth, hard and deep. She looked even prettier than I remembered. Slim and petite, she had a beautiful face, thick, straight, honey blond hair that hung down below her shoulders, and large, deep, brown eyes. She was wearing a green blouse and a white skirt, sheer,.