She was familiar with it. She told him to pull into the rest area and follow the signs for RV parking, it was the least used part of the parking lot. ...here were some picnic tables that were somewhat secluded. She had him park near one of the picnic tables that was under a shelter and partially hidden by trees. When they got out, she told him to sit on the picnic table facing her. After he had positioned himself on the picnic table, she sat on the bench between his legs. She began playing with. Then she looked at their height difference and chuckled again. "We need to get you some shoes, shorty."Loren felt his erection pulse. It always humiliated him whenever she reminded him how short he was because he felt it was unmanly to be smaller than his wife. Tonight, however, the humiliation came with a new sensation: excitement. In fact, the excitement was so strong that for a brief moment he wanted her to say it again. This shocked him. Why did he want his wife to humiliate him? . His eyes on my boobs, he reached down and began pulling at his cock. It hardened quickly. “How old are you, um, what’s your name?” I asked. My tongue licked my upper lip. “I’m Mike and I’m sixteen, Mrs. Shepherd.” “For a sixteen year old, you’ve got a very nice cock, Mike.” I suddenly wanted that cock inside me. If I couldn’t have Jason’s, why not Mike’s? I rubbed my pussy through my shorts. “You like me watching you masturbate, huh?” I taunted him. “I’m enjoying it too, seeing how long and. "You having fun, little lady? Enjoying yourself as you pleasure my cock?"Jess felt a needy ache between her legs as Ian asked his question. She was enjoying herself, quite a bit—and she felt a desperate craving to rip off her pants and panties, mount Ian, and ride him at a gallop. But she refused to give in to those cravings, or even to acknowledge them. "You wish," she replied, sneering. "I'm only touching your filthy dick to help Kyle."Ian just chuckled. Despite her protests, Jess hadn't.