I dropped Becky’s jacket to the floor and walked her to the foot of mom-in-laws chair, still holding her head. My cock had never been harder!Maybe ...t was all the years we had spent together or the same a****l desire we shared, but whatever it was she seemed to know what I wanted. Becky dropped to her hands and knees; I could see her thong was soaked with her creamy cum. I stripped off all my clothes making eye contact with mom-in-law the whole time…she was like stone. Dropping to my own knees. The Lighthouse was as nice as anyplace we'd eaten together.We settled on which trip, even before we talked about what was appropriate for two people in their mid-seventies to do. People who were still married to others. Once we decided where to go, the rest was easy. Had we talked about propriety first, I'm not sure we'd ever have gotten to the question of where to go. Things certainly could have turned out differently.The trip we booked was really two tours. The first one started in Montreal,. She started to breathe heavily as I started to get serious with my attention to her. I soon reached her pleasure center. I could tell her excitement by the ruddy color of her nether lips. Nuzzling her fur, my tongue raked across her clit. She came off the bedding, screaming like a wildcat. She locked her legs around my head and held it vice like to her pussy. Now this was an open invitation for me to lick, suck and drive her crazy. Her clit was fully exposed and I took advantage of that fact. I. Then, she had discovered the internet at the age of sixteen, typed in some search words and discovered that there was a whole community of people with the same fantasies that she had enjoyed. She had eventually met men off the internet, men who promised discipline, men who all ultimately disappointed her with the difference between their online personas and real-life attitudes. Now, at twenty-three years old, she hoped she had found him, the dominant man she had been dreaming about since.