This time Andy took a moment before getting off the scooter. She didn't want the wobbly-legged feeling she'd had, the day before. There was also anoth...er reason. She was nervous. Andy had no idea what had happened to her roommates. Why hadn't they come looking for her? Would they even be there? Had they checked out? And of course the dreaded question she didn't want to think about, had something happened to them?Asking Kendall to come with her, they walked into the hotel. It wasn't fancy, but. "Maybe there's a cure for it?" I asked, nervously shaking. She laughed and brought her hand to my face and kissed me. "No, I'm sorry there's no medicine, and the only cure is to feed the fetish." "Feed it?" I asked. "Yes, that means to allowing it to happen, to take its course." "And that means?" I asked. "That means that I'll be more understanding and sympathetic to your needs." With that said, she sat up and went to her dresser. I stared at her sexy nylon legs and feet as she took out a few. The lights were off and the curtains drawn, and the three occupants were watching a movie on a widescreen television. As soon as I recognised the beautiful Katherine Heigl in a scene, I guessed it would be a romantic comedy, and I looked at the others, even as I sat in the centre of the three-seater sofa. Actually, what I looked at first were the bare knees of the other two occupants, both of whom were wearing miniskirts. Yup, females. The third one was wearing very short shorts. Before I could. She froze, I kept right on fucking her. The only sound was her husbands wheezes, the squeak of mattress springs, and the wet noise of my pecker invading her cooch. Dont worry, sweetness, he aint wakin up! She relaxed, gave a throaty laugh, and her hips started up their wiggle again. This is so wrong! Thats what makes it so excitin. Her cunt rippled on my cock. Oh, fuck it does! she moaned as she came, greasing my cock with a flood of fresh juices. I rolled over on my back, carrying her with me,.