’ Her eyebrow lifted in a wordless question. ‘Oh, nothing, just pondering.’ Tilda came across the room and slipped her arm around me. ‘Come ba...k to bed.’ Once again she led me upstairs, this time holding my hand all the way. We got back into bed and sat side by side. There was a long silence between us. ‘Regrets?’ ‘Absolutely not.’ ‘Good, nor have I. In fact I’d rather like to do it again.’ She turned her face towards me, a grin spreading across it. I smiled at her. ‘But I have a rather better. We’d stopped a few times at road-restaurants which had been fun and liberating for us both and after which I’d become plain ‘Brad’ and she’d become ‘Racey’.By mid afternoon we were deep into the big scenic outdoors, with tree-covered hills, deep valleys and mountains.We’d began thinking of a stopover place to fully relax in when a roadside sign announced we were approaching a place called, Camp Easy Go; Log Cabins and Camping!We both looked at each other and my niece chuckled. “Easy-going! Yea;. I leaned in and kissed him. His taste was so good and he smelled so good. It went new life into my pussy and I was once again on fire. I went to his neck and kissed him and I felt his breath on me and I reached down and I took a hold of his 13 year old dick and he sighed in total ecstasy. I loved his dick and I loved stroking him. Watching him get more turned on than he had ever gotten before. But I knew he wouldnt last long, and there was no way I was going to allow his cum to go to waste in a. You have been rather vehement in your denials, of wanting anything to do with your son sexually.”“As with the Shakespearian phrase, 'Me thinks, the Lady doth protest too much', if I quote it correctly. You almost said 'tempted' last week, when said same topic was on your lips. What did you observe in that second scene, Barb? You masturbated, did you not? It's in your . . exposition on what you came to understand, in self-examination. Go ahead, now is your chance to come clean, to be freed.