Taking in the view, we sit back and let the world pass us by. It’s a quiet spot here, nobody really knows about this section of the lake, and the fe... that do are not enough to provide much of a consistent distraction. The conversation hangs mid-air – neither of us wanting to bring up the previous afternoon, but both of us looking for the encore. We stammer over subject after subject, trying to avoid the main one. We eventually just sit quietly, looking out over the river at the wildlife that. The fact that Katrina's mistress was her young teenager daughter made it even more exciting for the woman. Of course she had given Gretchen complete freedom to do as she pleased on Wednesdays. It was their private day together. The rest of the world was shut out.At one-fifteen in the afternoon Katrina removed her clothing and went to her hands and knees. She waited like a dog for her daughter in the small entrance way. It was what Gretchen had ordered her to do.When Gretchen walked through the. There was another large field in the distance which seemed to be standing in corn, and other fields, but Jeff wasn't familiar enough with the local crops to tell what they were at this distance.As they pulled into the large yard, a U-Haul truck was backed to a side door with two women standing on the porch looking at them. Both were brunettes, one about forty and the other in her early twenties. Both were about five-five, with lean, but shapely figures obvious in the tee shirts and jeans that. I told her the room number and to come up.There was a knock at my door, I watched her, I made her knock again.I let her in, you look lovely my dear I told her. Come in. She hesitated and walked in, I could smell alcohol. I said, "I thought nursing mothers should not drink?" She told me she normally did not but had to drink for the courage to come over. I asked what she told her friends to get away and she said she told them she felt sick and wanted to go home. Her MILF mommy was watching.