1. THE PICNIC


    Date: 4/26/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    wasn't here, in the bed, to greet me? Then I suddenly realized what this was probably all about and a sense of fear and dread came over me. I had taken advantage of the situation last night, I told myself. Ellen had gotten d***k and I had used that to my advantage and used and ****d her, even after she told me that she was placing herself in my hands for protection. What a fucking BASTARD I was! I reasoned, as I heard the sound of the shower water spraying, through the wall of the other bathroom. I know how fragile and delicate a woman's psyche is. My poor s****r was probably in that shower, right now, (and had been for hours) crying her eyes out and trying to scrub the degradation, of what I did to her, off of her body and cleanse her soul. God, I thought, pulling the sheet up to my neck and shrinking in the bed, how was I going to face her now? How was I ever going to face her again? I'd had such a loving relationship with her for all of these past years and now, in one, lustful night, I had ruined it all and betrayed her trust in me. That's when I heard the shower water stop. Shit, I thought. That meant that she was going to be out of the shower and maybe coming in here to scream at me and call me the degenerated r****t that I truly was. I listened, in the bed, hiding like a coward for a long time, as I heard the sound of the hairdryer for a while and then a very odd sound that was like my s****r's voice only it couldn't have been her voice because she was singing. ...
    Humming a happy melody in the bathroom and then in the suite beyond the bedroom door. What could this mean? I thought, as I listened to her high pitched, melodious la la la la'ing, approaching the very door behind which I hid. Had she gone insane? Then the door opened and Ellen, wearing a white top and shorts, like the ones she wore to the picnic yesterday, came in and stopped singing as she looked at me and smiled and happily said, &#034Well, good morning, sl**pyhead! It's about time you woke up!&#034 &#034Huh?&#034 &#034I've got breakfast waiting for us out here,&#034 she said merrily, &#034and I hope it hasn't gone cold. There's scrambled eggs and bacon and toast and coffee. Room service brought it up while I was in the shower. Come on,&#034 she said, tossing me a terry robe from the bathroom door, &#034I'm hungry! Let's eat!&#034 &#034Huh... hungry?&#034 I asked in disbelief. &#034How could you be hungry?&#034 &#034Are you k**ding? After all the fucking we did last night?&#034 she exclaimed as she walked out of the room. &#034I'm starving! Get out here!&#034 Pulling off the sheet, I got up and walked to the door, pulling the robe on and fastening it around my waist as I walked into the livingroom of the suite. Ellen was sitting at the little table, set with covered plates and flatware and coffee cups. She was pouring us coffee from a silver coffeepot that she set back in the center of the table. &#034Come on, sl**py! Have some coffee!&#034 Scratching my head, I flopped into the ...
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