Soft moans again, so soothing. My hand ventured unconsciously into her waistband and the relieved moans returned, “Yes… Aah… Exact spot beta..�...I felt my dick poking at my pajamas, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I wanted to feel what it would be to mount my mother. So I tucked my penis into my waistband and sat on top of her. The angle helped and maa moaned so much when my hand rubbed her upper-butt.By now, I had pulled her pajamas and underwear down to give me greater access. She was. " Your hands will stay behind your back for now." Please!" Don't talk!" I commanded.Slowly I began to unbuckle my belt. She attempted to wiggle her ass closer as she heard the sound of my belt. As I unzipped my pants and pulled them and my underwear down, my cock sprang out like a jack in the box. I moved in closer toward her clitoris. Careful not to go inside her, I teased her by rubbing my cock against her moist pussy."Come on. Give it to me," She pleaded."I told you not to talk!" I said."I'm. . Or so she thinks...I take her by the hand and lead her out to outdoor area where sheds , small buildings, and other stuff is on display. We go past this and I find the trellis fencing on display . In my shopping trundler I have rope , clothes pegs , a power screwdriver , and a collar for my dog . I tell her that at this time of the day no one will see us fuck , strip and put your body spreadeagle against the display fence, I tie her wrists and ankles to the fence , her large breasts fit. ’ No sooner had she finished saying that, than a waiter comes over with a drink for her saying, ‘From the gentleman at table four.’ He nods his head in the direction of Judy’s stealth/married dance partner. Hell honey, for that kind of action, I’d buy you a drink!’ I say, teasing Judy. ‘Michael!!!’ Amy interjects. ‘Nah, he is a married man fucking around on his wife. I figure a dance is okay, but I do not screw married men. He is a good dancer though so I let him play with me a little—doin’ his.