I'm all settled into my bag, which is very warm then it happens and I complain. Stacy asks what's wrong and I respond to Stacy's question, "I need to ...ake pee."Stacy yawns and answers, "Well go make pee. I'm not stopping you but I'm not coming with you to hold your hand."I grumble as I unzip my bag, slide out into the cold night air, pick up my boots and shake the hell out of them in case a snake or something crawled inside one of them, put my boots on and ask, "Stacy, where should I make. I had all the sex I could possibly want, and a good job with a nice paycheck. It couldn't have turned out worst for Tom. Ten months after I got my clerk job his bosses made him the manager of a new store they opened about eighty miles from here, he really wasn't given any choice. When I told him I didn't want to go he was heart broken but understood. We divorced but remained friends, two or three times a year he'll call and ask me to visit him in his new town. To impress his new friends he. Dee was my cousin. First cousin. We were close. Very close. Dee was six months older than me. We did everything together when we were young. We lived in the same apartment building. Dee's father and my mother were brother and sister. Our two families lived close to each other most of our lives. Well, except that five year stretch that my uncle took a job in Boston. Those were my loneliest years. Eventually the job in Boston ended and they came back. By that time my parents had bought. The spots were still visible. She had some more wine while the two men sipped some scotch. The two men were looking at the cum on her breasts. Ron commented, “How do you think your husband will like the taste?” She sipped her wine and replied, “I think he is going to like it just fine. I’ll make sure he cleans it all.” Jeff announced, “Ok. Let’s get back to work. Steph suck Ron’s cock and get him hard again.” She bent over and did as Jeff directed. She just loved the way Ron’s cock filled her.