The throbbing pulsating under the grip of my own strength drew my balls up into me and I could feel the growing agony of needing to cum but it was not...time. She watched me as I approached her then slid her hand between her cheeks from underneath her sliding her fingers over the thread of her panties pulling them downward following the path to her dark damp misty cave between her legs. I released my cock, bit down on my lower lip hard letting out a squeal of arousal. Her fingers slid inside her. The place had been filledwith empty beer cans and booze bottles when I arrived.After breakfast I cleared the table then he stood and said, "Here let medo that, you cooked it I'll clean up. And that will give you the showerfirst." I found that he'd recently washed towels, and the shower was hot andfelt so good after days on the road without one. dressed in a simpledenim skirt and halter top I put on a pair flats then did my hair up in aponytail before fixing my makeup.I wasn't prepared for what. For quite a few minutes she continued to fuck my butt, pounding me relentlessly. Her face was florid with her exertions and a small rivulet of sweat streamed down between her bouncing breasts. She seemed to be enjoying giving me the business for a change. “Can you wiggle forward a bit please?” She asked, pulling her cock free of my gripping arse. I edged lower and, in fact, inadvertently pushed my body back onto her phallus. “Greedy, aren’t you?” Sharon queried, as she pulled free to get my. She saw it and pointed to her wine. I tried to hide it as I stepped towards the sink, askwardly grabbing my boner and trying to tuck it up to be less noticable. As I brought her the glass I stared at her lean body while she lowered herself into the tub. I approached her with a racing heart and throbbing cock. She extended her arm to grab the glass and the back of her hand caressed my cock briefly. My biggest desire was finally in front of me but I could not act on it. She lay thre in the tub.