So then he said he'd had a real busy day in the studio and could I massage his shoulders? And I waas like Um.. OK and did. Finally beginning to realiz... what was going on. I began to sober up with the thought but kept on rubbing his shoulders. While I did so, I started to imagine what might happen next. I never made a conscious decision to go along with it but I was intrigued. I was being seduced by this older guy. He said thanks for the massage and now it was my turn. I said OK and he told me. He and Arnol had come up behind her. “You don’t have a tent?”That should have been obvious to them from the size of her pack.“No. I’ll be fine.”“You should stay in ours. It’ll be tight, but we’re all friendly here.” He gave her a smile that didn’t extend to his eyes.“I don’t think so.”“I wasn’t asking, girl.” His fake smile had faded.“You really don’t want to do this, Des.”“Course I do.” He reached for her arm.Before she could stop it, her second blessing flooded her body, and her hands began. When my wife was getting ready to orgasm, she would tell me to pinch her nipples very hard, then she would really grind on me with most all her weight on her pubic bone (and mine!), while that black cock filled her completely. Her face would change expression (with her eyes still closed), then she would moan loudly and even through the plastic cock, I could feel her vagina grip and squeeze the strap-on. I could feel the strap-on dig down painfully harder into my genitals. She pushed my butt. He thought Mr Beckwith was going to bore a hole in Amanda, he was looking at her so intensely. Robbie began to worry that perhaps Zoe was right to have concerns about this guy.At last mother and daughter climbed in to their own car and returned home. Amanda had not arranged a wake as she felt she would not be up to it. They entered the house and simply hugged each other on the sofa, finding a little comfort in each other and their certain knowledge of what the other was feeling. Robbie floated.