“Your father never approved of me wearing revealing clothes. He would’ve called me names. You know what a nasty man your father is. I only dress t...is way for you, son.”“And what would he call you?”Rita looked down at the floor and felt the surface of her skin prickle. She’d just been naked in front of her son a short while ago, yet she felt ashamed to use such words in front of him, especially when she thought of the shame and anger she’d felt the couple of time his father had been drunk and. “Remember, no more sex until Sunday, I want us both to be horny for her so we enjoy her to the max.”No sex on the Friday or Saturday just as Sarah stipulated, though we did watch some very sexy FMF videos in bed for ‘inspiration and ideas’ as we teased each other’s naked bodies with our fingertips.The one we both enjoyed the most and replayed many times commenced with an erotic and exotic totally naked woman (apart from her heels) with a voluptuous body laying back on a sofa in an outdoor. After a long day driving we would find a secluded spot off the road, brew up some tea and make some food from stuff we had bought along the way and then turn in for some good sex in the back of the van or if the weather was fine perhaps in the long grass nearby.That night, if I remember rightly would have probably followed very similar lines until later when we were rudely awoken with someone banging on the roof. I remember we had parked up in a gateway to some field, not blocking it and out of. " flashed across the screen.The screen came to life again. Cathy was still stretched out on the bench. But the straps holding her in place were gone. Mr. Moore was bent over her, speaking softly. She was covered with cum. It was everywhere. Her eyes opened when she heard Mr. Moore's voice. But it didn't look like she understood his words at first. She had a dazed look on her face and a vacant look in her eyes.She wasn't even crying any longer. I was. Joni was. But Cathy looked like she was out.