The ambiance what lacking but the RV would serve its purpose. Let me give you the tour, he joked and led me to the rear bedroom. Can I take off your ...lothes? He asked. Sure, I replied. Jay grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it over my head. There I stood in an RV parked at a tourist trap in my bra. Jays hands went immediately to my tits. He started kneading them relentlessly. Luckily for him, I happen to enjoy having my nipples pinched. So, he was very ineptly, turning me on. I. But I just couldn’t do it.But when I was texting with him that night he got that something is fishy with my mood tonight and he used his words and made me masturbate on call. It started with a game of dirty truth and dare with no exchange of images. It was his idea and it also sounded safe so I readily agreed for it.In that game he made me touch my self and I did it as I was already feeling aroused and somewhere willing to do it. As soon as I started getting on with the game and in flow with. Again the reason needed time to fully become apparent. With each sister/wife learning of my wife and me accepting them as daughters, Margie's joy became theirs. Most memorably Mary refused to release me from her embrace and kisses. I didn't mind at all." The group laughed."I'm thankful to have my family all here, an expanded one at that. It's great seeing Carol with my son again. She's like a daughter to Helen and I, among many daughters. I have a feeling both Roger and Carol give thanks for. OH GOD! Samantha could feel the pressure on her asshole as my finger pushed aganist it and she bucked wildly, tensing her muscles trying to keep me out. My finger continued pressing until pushing inwards inexorably, she felt pain as my finger went in deeper and deeper, up to the knuckle, buried in her small tight virgin ass. Samantha was trying to relax hoping it would make the pain go away. It helped a little until I started sliding my finger in and out. Samantha moans then screams, NO! PLEASE.