He stood outside, just daring him to rev it up or something.Later my dad said there would be trouble because this was a family camp and they shouldn't...let in those people.I was getting fed-up with my dad's attitude and sarcastically asked him,"What people do you mean, dad, Jews, Arabs or poor people"? Dad stormed off in a huff.The next day I accidentally (really) found myself walking past where the tenters camped. The biker was sitting under a tree in T-shirt and trunks, reading."What are you. “Please what?” I reply coyly.Turning over she presses her chest into mine and whispers hoarsely into my ear.“Touch me”Pulling my head back I press my lips against hers. Finally giving in I press my hand firmly against her panty clad pussy. Straight away I notice how completely and utterly soaked her panties are. I press the heel of my palm against her mound as my fingers stroke up and down over her pussy.“Ohhhhhhhhh.” She moans as she rubs herself back and forth over my hand.Slowly I start to. " Look, Tim. She deceived you, she altered your perspective, and then when I made you see the truth, she ran away rather than face the consequences. She doesn't deserve your loyalty. You didn't do anything to deserve what she did to you, so stop making yourself feel guilty. You keep hoping that she'll change her mind if she sees you've stayed faithful to her when she was the one who wasn't faithful to you." Everything you said is true, except the most important part," I said with emotion and a. This caused me some concern because she might have seen Peter and I leaving the social on our way to our little tryst. However nothing was said on the drive home and when we we got back Amanda and I went straight to our room and changed into our night gowns ready for bed. As was the custom before retiring, each of us would go upstairs to say goodnight to Aunty Betty. Amanda had already said goodnight and returned, then I went upstairs, gave Aunty Betty a hug and a kiss and was about to leave.