She’d thought my performance with the librarian had seemed a little fake to her, like I’d been trying too hard.She liked that I’d copied movies ...’d seen, but wanted me to emulate a single character in a single movie I liked. I chose Vincent Vega, played by John Travolta, in Pulp Fiction and I’ve been imagining what he’d say or do and try to emulate that. I actually think I’m getting pretty good at it. Doesn’t mean I like Vincent or anything, but I am getting to know the character pretty. Cecilia asked me if I liked what I saw, if I “approved of her “. I could only murmur that I not only approved but was in absolute awe and rapture over her unique and riveting beauty. All of this only served to send a tremendous fire of passion throughout my entire body. The fire burned brightest in my chest and especially in my own nipples. Cecilia stood up from the sofa and took off the blouse and dropped it on the floor. She straddled me on the sofa and took my face in her hands. She pulled. Come Sunday morning I was awake at 7.00am and although the weather did not look promising we set off – arriving at the beach car park around 9.45am.The beach at that time was quiet but we set up anyway – for an hour or so although naked it was not too warm being quite overcast – It did not stop me being horny though and I was soon sporting a hard on and fucking my wife bringing her to orgasm but saving myself. This went on for a few hours, I watched through my binoculars as another couple. I could talk to Mother about any subject at any time. No subject was taboo. We talked about sex at an early age, and some of the questions I asked were quite graphic in nature. Mother always had an answer to the question and the explanations normally were very detailed.One day after a full day of water skiing at the lake, we were going into town for dinner. Everyone had to get cleaned up in the hotel room. My sister was away at Art Camp that summer. I took my shower. Dad followed and I saw that.