I wished that he was my hubby, and that we made love like this all the time. Then I felt guilty because he wasn’t. And we couldn’t. I was already ...arried, and I was doing this anyway. I pushed that thought out of my mind, and melted back into the cabin with him. He grabbed my legs, and began pumping my pussy, every move was like poetry. He had me so wet already that I didn’t hurt with the friction we were creating, and I could feel an orgasm building, even though it didn’t feel like he was. It was only a few seconds before I notice Katie and Amy had moved to a better position to watch their mom sucking my cock. I was so excited by the conversation that I was already close to cumming. Not helping my restraint was the fact that Amy knew how to suck cock. But I had no intention of cumming in Amy’s mouth. After a moment of enjoying Amy, I knew what I had to do. I looked to Aimee and said, “Get over here.” Amy hesitated only for a moment then walked over and stood next to her. "Oh!" she said as she realized what she had done to me. "Well, I'll just take that as a compliment!"She turned to leave the room, but I called out to her. "Emily!" I said and she paused and turned back to me. "You didn't actually record that on your phone, did you?"She smiled. Winked at me. Held up her phone and give it a quick kiss and left the room."Fuuuuck....." I moaned out loud. "What have I gotten myself into here?"The next day I was heading to my classroom from the faculty workroom. ”I was beginning to miss Bob. Travelling with him had always been so easy. After making sure we had all our supplies, we locked the vehicle and walked down to the canoe.“I’ll take the back,” Ron said. “You get the front.”I did as I was told. Now keep in mind, I probably had eighty more pounds on my frame than Ron. He was one of those tall lanky guys. He had run in a number of marathons and had participated in the Birkebeiner Race on several occasions. He was one lean, mean, fighting machine.I.