After a bit of checking, I found that the women had been billeted in what had been the quartermaster's tent. He had disappeared a week or so previousl... along with most of the hard money in his care.I bid May good night, pulled my bedroll from the tent where George was still plowing his hilly and willing field, and slept with the horses. The very next day the higher ups decided that we must return the women to the enemy's camp. Evidently the step-mother had been very persuasive with someone in. Once it started to rain she decided not to leave the beach but instead seek shelter under the life guard booth. As big as the beach is it seemed like every single guy that didnt leave also made their way toward where Heather was hiding from the rain. Sure they could have just used any other life guard booth but they all decided to hang out under the one Heather was sitting at. And they had a good reason. She kept bending over provocatively while moving her towel and she was the only woman on. .. it was his son!As Ben watched, Eddie began to fuck his mother with fast, urgent strokes that rocked her slim body and made her big tits jiggle beneath her sensually. Joan was whimpering with pleasure. Eddie's cock was slamming into her upraised cunt so hard and fast, her copious cunt juices were being whipped into a creamy froth. Her big, firm tits swung heavily back and forth, jiggling lewdly with every powerful thrust. His beautiful wife was more insanely aroused than Ben had ever seen. It made him feel isolated from the world.Mark Harrison demonstrated yet again how to cast the line.“Now you do it. Try over by that stump, Jake. I’ve had several good strikes there.”“Okay.”Jake awkwardly cast the line. It failed to make it even halfway to the stump.“No problem,” Mark said. “Keep it up. After a few tries, it will come naturally.”Jake’s next cast went further, but not far enough. Jake reeled it in and tried again. He decided it was close enough this time. He began to slowly reel.