. will you tell me if I'm not doing it right? I've never done it before." I know you haven't done it before, darling. I'll be the first woman to sprea... her legs for you. You mustn't worry about a thing. I'm sure you'll fuck me like a man. You'll learn quickly and satisfy me perfectly. I know my son. Take me, lover! I'm all yours!" she cooed, lying on her back and raising her spread-legs for him.Angela boldly beckoned her son to come to her. She saw his long hard cock kicking like a stallion in. As it was only just after 4:00 pm and sunset was around 8:00 pm, I settled down to read my book. A little later, movement caught my eye at the motorhome to my left. It was a couple setting up their camp table and chairs. Although they were quite a distance away, I could tell they were in their late forties or early fifties. I estimated he was about 5’8” and a little overweight, she was quite a bit shorter than him and not too hard on the eyes. I always take note of these things.I looked to. I looked across the bar for some napkins and came to see my husband scanning the bar for me, my client had fucked off in time as my husband espied me and started to approach, all I could do was pull my short hemline over my exposed thigh and let my dress absorb the semen.I ignored both men as they took up their positions at the end of the bar. I was still trying to compose myself for the slight impulsive indiscretion I had just committed and at the same time fall into role as planned, readying. At least I should have held back my sarcastic comments and kept from twisting the knife in Anne’s wound. In hindsight, I was a lousy friend to her, and the outcome of the whole thing makes my guilty conscience even worse. But back then I was tipsy after the one or other glass of wine too many, and when Anne had confessed that she had licked the pussy of Mrs. Harding, our - old, grey-haired, wrinkled, stern, no-nonsense and usually compared to a dried-out crow - maths professor, my first.