I was looking at the bulge that the bra made under my top and comparing it to Mrs. Reynolds size when something I had seen but not noticed at the time...came vividly into focus. When I had kissed Mrs. Reynolds' breasts I had seen a lipstick smudge on her nipple. I wasn't wearing any lipstick, but I knew the color. It was called Coral. It was the color that my mother was wearing.A big piece of the puzzle fell into place like a thunderbolt in the night. It explained a lot about Mrs. Reynolds and my. She was that level of drunk were she just wanted to touch and kiss and was really suggestive in her comments to anyone and everyone that would listen. Our driver picked us up in a nice Tahoe. He was early 30s muscled up guy. I could even tell he was attractive. When we got in the car she saw him and he said hello and her response was “holy shit, you are hot!”He laughed it off and started driving. On the way we were talking about how guys were saying no and he got involved in the conversation.. "I like you just the way you are." He squeezed her waist. "In fact, a pound or two more wouldn't come amiss." Huh!" But she repented, "You're sweet. I know I'm in decent shape, But that's because I'm usually careful."They settled at the saloon table, as the smell of fresh coffee and frying bacon filled the cabin. "Wet day, off and on," CC commented, "as you can hear. And with the wind in the south-west, it's a beat for more than half the way. I suggest up-anchor about nine-thirty. We won't get. The rest area was busy with people going back and forth. I drove around the back and found a path for the picnic area. It was still cold outside, and I took a bet that no one would be using the picnic areas. I drove back there and found no other vehicles. I parked next to a large tree. I made my way to the back. Samantha pushed me onto the seat and kneeled between my legs. Her mouth dropped down over my dick. She bounced her head up and down faster. I watched her red hair bouncing between my.