We put out sentries.Late that night, a strange man and woman appeared at my wagon. He said, "You watch well. My name is Bill Rogers and this is Angel....We're here to help you if you will have us. You are the leader, I think. What's your name?" My name is Jim, Jim Woods, and this is my wife, Wendy. We are concerned, but don't have a solid reason why. You seem to think or know that there is a problem around. What's going on and why do you want to help us?" There are some very bad people up ahead.. His lips and tongue traced skin tingling courses across my chest and tummy as my fingers once more caressed his swelling cock.Sean squirmed across my body and moved downwards so that we were in a 69 position and as his mouth sucked in my little 5 inch thin pecker so my lips parted to accept his thick manhood once more. While sucking in unison with me, Sean's hands moved across my buttocks and between my legs, exploring the softness behind my genitals before tracing the ring of my rosebud.. He feels his cock going limp from shock. If someone discover him fucking his mother there will be big shit. He can't afford something like that. He will be the mockery of everyone who knows them. He will go to jail. What if someone heard him fucking his mother and had now called the cops? What if it is the cops knocking on the door. As he gets off his mother plump, but now sweaty body, he sees that her hips are still moving up and down. The pleasure must now really be eating through her. "No,. It's still stuck. We both giggled. I adjusted the angle I was pulling and the zipper quickly opened. I rarely wear underwear and tonight was no exception. Her fingers traced through across my skin. I had recently shaved. Tracing a hurried path south. Her fingers reached me. I was wet and she slipped in easily. She knew how to gently open me. Her fingers warming me. She slowly explored, deeper, and deeper. She traced my clit. I pressed against her. Grinding against her touch. The time for subtle.