That first night we went to the campsite bar and soon laughing and chatting with other people. I watched Kat intently as she clearly showed preference...for girls and soon there was some blatant touching and whispering to the wife of a really young couple. I managed to chat to Kat and said, go ahead enjoy yourself, she kissed me so deeply and went off to flirt more. Drink flowed and soon the young girl dragged hubby the worse for the booze back to her caravan and we went off to our motor home,. Almost instantly, I was aware of the aching need of my body. For days He had denied me an orgasm, until I was at the point of near madness. Of course, simply being denied an orgasm was one thing... being teased and brought to a peak over and over without release, for several days in a row, was another thing entirely. I had long forgotten the reason behind this. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think it had to do with patience... or more correctly, my LACK of patience. This morning, however,. All he needed to do was to put himself entirely in her hands, to trust her absolutely and completely and it would be alright. Everything would be. Henry nodded again and watched his new mistress walk away to the rest rooms. There was something calming, comforting about having the decision made for him. There would be time to make his confession later, much later, after he had made amends and repaired the damage. The ladies room was empty. This was not essential but made the next step much. She seemed like a nice woman, and they talked a little, as she gave him a piece of cake one time. He rarely saw her daughter, Constance, who seemed to stay in her room at all times he was there. He could tell Prudence was lonely, even though she saw, and talked to people every day at the bank. She made no overtures toward him the two times he’d been to her house, and he behaved like the gentleman everyone in town was sure he was.She had lots of ideas for sprucing up the house, but was thinking.