“She’s in London at the Olympics,” I said. “She sent these delegates in her place. This is Wendy and this is Kate. Coach Elliot.”“We all h...ave our little entourage,” Coach said. “Welcome to Team USA.”About twelve hours later, after a four-hour layover in Panama, we landed in Santo Domingo. By the time we were out of customs, it was after one in the morning and fortunately Coach had transportation passes to hand to the cab drivers that got us all to our hotel. The concierge looked at us a little. Finally I heard her say, "Just stay out of my way. I'm gonna do it and that's that."The next thing I knew, the cushions on the couch gave way and I felt something smooth and warm around my hips, and Suzanne's hand was on my cock again. It was getting harder.I felt something on top of it. It was Suzanne's slit! She was straddling me with her cunt wide open. It was already wet; I could feel her juices as she slid over me."Come on, big boy," she whispered. I thought she had figured out I was. In the kitchen, he opened the fridge and pulled a bottle from the 6-pack and spun off the lid. The weed had him seeing a little tunnel-visiony. Now the effect altered to fish-eyed, like peeking though a door-hole. He raised his right hand and concentrated on the blood vessels on the back, snaking beneath the skin. Alyssa always claimed his veins grossed her out. Sometimes, they grossed him out too. So did the snaky veins on his huge cock.Whoa, he thought. Where did that come from? Embarrassed. In a split second Jenn was kissing her son, not like a mother would, but like a lover would, he seemed frozen on the spot as he felt her tongue on his. Now Jenn was always a good kisser, particularly when she put her mind to it, it was one failing she didn’t have. Suddenly, in front of the four of us, Jenn’s hand released Dan’s shorts, they fell to the floor, he was standing more or less naked, his cock visibly getting harder, she began stroking him until he was fully erect. Only then did Jenn.