The oil is slick when you apply it to my back and warms instantly under your touch. Your hands gently firmly massage my shoulders and back taking your...time you lean over and plant kisses on my neck up towards my ear. I shiver with anticipation my body already reacting to your touch. I want to turn over but you tell me no. Your hands move down my sides and over my ass your fingers lingering oh so close to my already wet pussy. My hips rise and I moan softly and I hear your breathing increase as. Her eyes were riveted to the screen, and her face a little flushed. So much so that he had to cough to gain her attention! Long years of difficult clients had taught him to jump in at every advantage, so he took the aggressive lead and snapped, “MOTHER, you don’t watch that sort of thing normally do you!” to his surprise she returned his gaze steadily and then as if having made up her mind replied that, “well… yes I do actually, we all have a sexual side and I have always been a sexual being. It looked hot. Here I was with two hot guys. Matt helped me out of my coat and both boys realized I was dressed naughty. Art smiled and Matt made a smart remark of how hot I looked. Score! Drinks were ordered for me and we all started catching up on old times. Art was a little quiet as we didn't know each other. I could not help but notice that he was trying to check me out every time I focused on chatting with Matt. The music was loud, people were having fun, drinks were being poured and. I said I did. She asked me if I had come with anyone at the camp. I said I had. She asked who. I chided her for being indelicate with her questions, but she persisted. I told her I didn't know, and why.She was quiet a moment and then she grinned."You really like little girls, don't you." It wasn't a question. It was a statement."I like all kinds of girls," I protested."But especially the little ones. Like the little campers. Like me." I was silent. "And Janet...."She let that last.