I just hoped she hadn't seen the bulge in my pants. I quickly backed out of the wagon and waited at the fire cutting the tips of the .22 rounds with m... pocketknife. I thought I would try to make them act like dumdums when I went hunting. I divided the rounds into half dumdums and half normal rounds. I heard some movement in the wagon and soon saw Elizabeth's head peak out of the wagon. She blushed and walked over to the fire. Pretending I hadn't seen anything I offered her a cup of the last of. ...in front of your step son?" I asked nervously. "Oh sweetie, I just can't help myself. With your father being gone and you being here, its just that...... I haven't been fucked in several months. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop.", she replied, opening her legs wider, giving me a better view of her cleanly waxed slit. I was fighting the urge to walk over and give her a good long fucking. My bulge getting bigger in my shorts, I tried to hide it as I sat on a chair at the table. Erin. An old folks home. My place of employ wasn't exactly a top-notch facility. It was understaffed, short supplied, and all the beds were full of residents who were sick and getting sicker all the time. I did the best I could with the environment I was placed in, but it was a difficult place to be in.That was my day job. Or my night job, as it were, since I largely worked nights. My second job was fighting. I'd trained in Mixed Martial Arts for just shy of three years and was at the cusp of. Please do not hesitate to contact me if you have any further questions.I look forward to seeing you all on Monday 1st July.Yours very sincerely,Ian Johnston"Well, that meant we had to start getting properly organised.Jen and I were certainties, but the others still had to check with their parents that they weren't expected elsewhere over the summer holidays.I still had no idea what to do about Vee, so I decided to put the letter on to one side to give myself a bit more time before replying..