She met me at the door with our bags. Vickie looked stunning. She had on a white sheer button shirt, and a black mini. As I put the bags in the back m... wife was getting the car. I saw she didn't have panties on. It was a warm sunny day and I let the top down as we pulled out of the drive. We had a 3 hour drive, and my wife was drinking wine. When we were on hwy 61 in Mississippi she started on her 2ed bottle. I ask her to pull off her bra. She looked at me and smiled, and pointed to the 18. “We’re really busy. Someone will miss me. If you could just get this thing off me then I’ll go.” He’s sheepish, unconfident, his face crimson. Even though he’s a head taller than me it feels as if I’m looming over him and as I step forward he shuffles backwards.“Of course I’m happy to do that for you.” I take a small step forward, my hands running down my hips, smoothing the wrinkles in my skirt, accentuating the narrowness of my waist and the slight swell of my pubic mound.“Do you have a. Weird.“You okay kid?”Scott looked round. The gruff voice had come from a man in the next bed. He was about 25 and both his arms and one leg were in plaster casts. Otherwise he was stark naked.“Oh! I’m alright I suppose.” He thought it unwise and impolite to ask the man why he was laying there, stark bollock naked. “I fell off my bike. I was unconscious but I’m alright now, I think.”“Me too kid. I came off my motorbike. Broke both arms and a leg. Helpless as a baby. Can’t even take a leak. I began to moan and ride against his rhythm. Sean began to grunt like an animal, going wild as he knew he was about to make me cum harder than ever before. I squeezed his shoulders as he drilled me and suddenly I was screaming, my eyes welling up with tears as I came so hard I thought time stopped. My pussy exploded in his lap, drenching my mom's panties and making a wet spot on the sheets. Sean held me down on his dick, forcing me to be still as he kissed me. He turned to the side of the bed.