I didn't know if she wanted it again. Hell she was my mother, I shouldn't be doing it. For a moment I decided not to follow her. But I couldn't resist...seeing her. I put on my slippers and took the path she took. She couldn't have been far away. There weren't many paths there and the one towards the lake was the only one.The wind was blowing through the trees and there was the usual sound of the jungle with a bird or two making occasional chirps. I had to walk fast but without making any noise.. This only sent pulses of sexual desire through my nervous system. My mouth was getting dry.I closed my eyes and focused on the deep massage I was getting on my bottom. His hands stopped for a while and then I felt the oil, too much of it, on my lower back and some dripping down my inner legs. He must have spilt the oil. I parted my legs as the oil dripped down. I felt it trickle down my arse and onto the edge of my panties."Yeh! Sorry, I lost my grip on the oil bottle," he said, “I will rub the. “I thought you hadn’t done this before” her new friend gasped.Not saying anything, Dena began to finger her. The woman’s hips reached toward her finger, wanting it deeper inside. “Taste yourself” Dena said, putting her finger into the woman’s mouth. She licked and sucked the cum while causing Dena’s pussy to start throbbing.They moved to the bed where the woman took over. She stretched out on top of Dena and began sucking her tits. She sucked, pulled, squeezed and pinched just like Paul. Then she did the same with my right tit.While this was all going on, my father had also been busy. He was back to kissing me with a restrained passion as his fingers worked their own magic all around my twat. They stroked and scraped my inner thighs, which seemed to spread wide of their own will, giving him full access to me. Each time I attempted to bring my own fingers to play, he would move them away and lightly growl into our kiss. After the third time, I changed tactics and moved my left.