Summer Holiday/Spain Day 9 Susan and Phoebe back in my room

I felt curiously guilty as I made my way to my room, and once there I stripped off and had another shower. I had been manipulated, that was for sure. Did Susan really want me to fuck Phoebe? When she had spread the baby’s legs, it was clear that her cunt had been stretched, so maybe she did.

I looked out of the window and saw it was raining and wondered what Bob and the kids were doing. I stretched out on the bed for a rest, and when I woke up it was time for dinner.

What do you do?

Go to dinner