I thought that was your van. Fancy meeting you here. You and Mark are welcome to join me.” I really wanted to get a closer look at her, but while...sitting to hide my protuberance. She held up a finger and said, “Be right there,” then went to the back of the van and unlocked the door. Pulling out a camp chair, she made her way over the rocks to me. Damn, woman, put that chair behind you; it’s blocking the view.Setting her chair on the other side of my table, she said, “Mark’s not here. I’m. I made a mental note to remember all of these inaccuracies if I ever hit the big time. Or even the small time. We shared a few drinks and had a few dances. I was amazed at my own agility on the dance floor, having never gone dancing. In retrospect, I think the alcohol had more to do with my ease of movement than any skill on my part. That, and Kylie, who was a tireless teacher. She helped me find my feet out there and once I got a few basic moves down, she pushed me to go beyond them and learn. She gulped it down, moaning as the ecstasy hammered my mind.An intense, focused burst of pleasure fired from my cock every time I erupted. It was so different from the other orgasms my daughter had given me today. While intense, those had been gentler. Waves rippling out of my pussy instead exploding from my futa-dick.Those waves were there, almost drowned out by the bliss from my cock.“Oh, that’s so good!” I howled, stars bursting across my vision.Sky pumped her digits in and out of my cunt. Mom acted nervous around me but welcomed my help anyway. Dad was pretty much out of action because he'd had a lot to drink and would most likely go straight to bed to sleep it off after the last guest left. I have a couple of older sisters but they're both married and couldn't make it to the barb-a-que."Can we talk, honey?" my mom said after the last of the cleanup was finished."Sure, Mom. What do you want to talk about?" I sat down on the sofa to listen to her."Um, about what you saw this.