Fortunately I had seen a camp store across the street from the park entrance. The park at a reasonable amount of boaters, so the store catered to the ...ecreation market. I hoped that meant some kind of food available.I spent the time until noon checking on how to get the Tomas from California back to NC. I had a few more days till I made it to California. I hated to wait till the last minute for anything, so I began checking. Everything I looked at seemed way too much money. Most of them were. Some say the internet is turning girls into sex objects, but I can remember long before ever going online, to having urges to expose myself to men, just for fun, and on a couple of occasions, joining in and doing it with them.My therapy sessions were all about my story telling, lying semi nude on his leather divan, and masturbating as he watched me, no doubt, secretly filming me, and having my orgasm as my story built slowly to its climax.He was also masturbating, his thing apparently getting. The way the cabin sits you have to park thirty feet away and walk up a slight rise to get to the door and since the south wall has no windows no one knows you are coming unless you have a real noisy vehicle. I parked and walked up to the cabin and as I rounded the southwest corner of the cabin I glanced in the window and saw Frank fucking my wife. They were on the floor lying on a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace, Brenda's leg were up on his shoulders and her hands were on his ass pulling. Now it was my turn to groan as she pressed her body against mine. I released her hands so that I could pull her closer and she did likewise. So close were we that I could feel the points of her nipples against my chest. Lack of oxygen made us break our kiss."Do you want to be the pillow where I lay my head?" I stage whispered into her ear."Yes." Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed?" Yes" Do you want to be a colour cover magazine; create a scene." We kissed again."I've loved you.