That was on a Friday and the following morning we were all in the car and driving under a warm, cloudless sky to the resort. When we got there the gat... was opened by a tall, statuesque naked woman with a bushy brown pussy mat and large well-shaped breasts. She welcomed us, signed us in, and told us where to find our campsite. As we parked and unloaded the camping gear, a party of twenty or so naked girls and boys ran down the road. The girls old enough to have tits wiggled them wildly as they. Mrs. Adams was correct this wasn't her day. "Well, alright. I'll see you Wednesday, honey," she says, unable to hide her disappointment. Then, I see her blonde head disappear."Honestly, that woman!" groans Mrs. Adams. I choose not to respond.Mrs. Adams is the plain-jane mom next door. She is pretty, in a natural kind of way, with smallish features. Her clothes are nondescript, hiding her body - the complete opposite of show-it-all Mrs. Jenkins next door. But, get this woman behind closed doors,. “Let’s go.” I didn’t even try to contain myself on the ride home. I sat right next to him and started kissing his neck as soon as we pulled out of the parking lot. His free hand was holding firmly onto my knee. I slid my hand down his chest and rested it on his belt. “I can’t wait,” I said to him. “Then don’t.” That was all the encouragement I needed. I undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants in three seconds. I slid my hand into his boxers and caressed his already semi-hard cock. I. I didn’t say that; Henry said that, and I don’t remember a thing. I think you were both dreaming.”Ollie said, “Okay, if you say so, but I don’t think I was that drunk, that I don’t know what I heard.”We had time to get showers and cleanup before our 11:00 am checkout time, and then we stopped at Denny’s where we could get breakfast at that time of day. From there, it was just an hour’s drive back to Ollie’s home in Oshkosh, where I parked after picking up Henry on Sunday.Henry and I were in my.