.. “Guy, take your book and lie on our bed pretending you went to sleep reading. I need to take another pic of you.”“Who’s this one going to? ... hope you’re not planning to send a pic of my naked ass to Ms. Naomi.”“You got it Bro! Now, spread your legs and put your elbows out to the side with your head down, like you went to sleep reading.”“RACHEL! Don’t pull my cock back like that and suck on it ... We can’t send her a pic like this!”“C’mon Guy. I was primed and ready for some pussy from the. I was closer to Mum and Dad than I had been since I'd left to go to university. The feeling that I was growing away from them and my roots had gone. Robert had brought me back to stay. I didn't get to play snooker, but I talked to Mum as I hadn't done for ages - ever. I emptied my heart. All the fears and worries I'd never told her because I thought she wouldn't understand. And she told me about my conception and their early married life. Funny to think of them making me outside in a field. "Here, let me help with that," I volunteer, and squat behind her. "Oh my god." What?" Molly, you have got an amazing ass." Broader than I expected, exquisitely round and smooth. Dusted with pale freckles. Flawless, so far as I can see. Groaning, I grab her hips and bury my face in that exquisite butt, licking and biting at the smooth, taut flesh. She presses back against me, and wiggles her hips slowly and sexily, enjoying the attention. Eventually, though: "Weren't you gonna help me get my. For a second the scenery reminded me of one of these Asterix movies, something with Indians. It was a stupid thought.I got rid of my hoody and stuffed it into my backpack. All-day long I tried to blend in but at that moment I had to look friendly and open. The next part would be way easier if she'd trust me.She was on her way back to her tent. I followed her. “Can I talk to you for a second?”She didn’t hear me or at least she pretended to not hear me. I speeded up my walk to catch up to her and.