”“You’re going to make me blush,” she said.“That’s also your last one,” I said sternly. “You are not allowed to touch yourself again....Your next orgasm will be with me. Do you understand?”Stela made a pouty face. She looked adorable wearing nothing but panties and glistening with sweat.“Are you serious?” she asked. “I was going to take a nice long bath and think about when you get here.”“You can take a bath for as long as you like,” I said. “You can think about me and you and the way I’m. I must have fallen asleep for an hour or so and woke up to a dog sniffing at my bait. As I looked up and saw this Lady standing under the shelter of the tent with the rain pouring down, she apologised for the intrusion and that her dog had woken me. I looked her up and down as I noticed she was a very attractive mature Lady in her 50’s, she had a tweed skirt on and a waxed cotten jacket, I invited her in and as she removed her wet coat and head scarf she climbed into the tent with me and went. She couldn’t wait for her husband to arrive. She wanted him so bad. The plane slowly pulled up to the gate and it seemed that it took forever before the first passenger walked out of the gate. Kara stood as patient as she could, waiting for her new husband to come through the door. At last she saw him. He was dressed in a light green polo shirt and gray shorts carrying his briefcase. As he walked through the pack of people he was looking around trying to find Kara. Their eyes met and his face. Billy stood in the tub, watching, his eyes glazed as he saw his mother’s pussy, the pink wetness of it.Golden piss streamed from Joan’s cunt.It went over the rim of the toilet to splash on the floor. Again her face turned dreamy with perverse delight. She had no idea how exciting it would be to let her son watch her piss, but it was. It was almost as exciting as feeling him piss on her tits.Opening her eyes, she saw her son watching hotly. She grinned at him. “You like it, honey? You like.