I turned to meet Dot (probably Dorothy in full) and she was about an inch shorter than me but at least my husband’s age, fifty-one or thereabouts. S...e ordered the same drink and we got into conversation. Dot thought it was bold of me to be camping but it wasn't for her. She lived not far from where we sat watching the clouds roll in. The chat went from today’s world to bits of information about each other. We had a lot in common and she bought me drink number three. I told her it was too much. After just two minutes he was grunting and straining and cuming inside me so forcefully, I thought my legs were going to buckle.Once he came, I just knew he'd pull out and give me a chance to stand up, and make sure he knew it was all a joke, but, he wasn't done yet. To my amazement, he dove back between my legs and spent another ten minutes licking, kissing and sucking my pussy clean from behind, eating up his own cum. I was in total shock at my wild man husband was doing.Once he was finally. I went inside her bedroom and there she was, draped in a saree and looking beautiful. But her blouse was undone. So she asked me to help her hook it up.I went near her and tried to hook it up. Seeing her back, I was mesmerized. It was so fair, and she had a tiny mole on her back, which I felt was very cute. I could also see her bra strap which was really turning me on. I couldn’t resist myself and kissed her back.She was shocked by this and I came back to my senses and felt I had done a huge. Marge noticed a strange, unfamiliar feeling between her legs. Her vagina was tingling and felt damp beneath her clothing.The two thirteen year olds talked about what they had witnessed. Anne told Marge that she had been watching Don for almost a year, and had almost been caught on several occasions. Marge saw that Anne had her hand under her skirt. She watched as the young girl moved her hand, and saw the expression on her face beginning to change. Marge's curiosity got the best of her and she.