Jenny sat there for a few seconds which then turned to minutes and she began to get a tiny bit worried when she saw no signs of movement.Jenny: Becky... Becks, you ok?She got no reply. Instead all she saw was her daughter’s hips moving slowly, away from the dildo then towards it again, swallowing it whole.Becky: oh my fucking gosh that was amazing. How can you do that to me? You could have at least warned me before stretching my pussy beyond its limits. Im only fifteen you know.Jenny: oh. Her tongue slipped over my lips and when I opened them her tongue entered my mouth toyed with my tongue a bit and withdrew. I then pressed my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard as I wrapped my arms around her. We pulled apart and she pulled off my shirt and gently placed it on a hamper. She reached for my belt and unfastened my pants. I went to unbutton her robe but she caught my hand and shook her head, “No.” She continued, pulling my pants down, so I kicked off my shoes and stepped out. Work was only thing I could concentrate on, as the trite quotation goes, “With great honor comes great responsibilities.” My daydreams of sexual release and my search for reverie and peace would have to wait. However, (and there is always a ‘however’), things were going downhill. I was not prepared for the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune coming for my body and soul. True, my divorce was final, but Dillon was still the go-to lawyer in my company’s firm. Not only did I see “Dillon” and. The camp whether it still exists I,ve no idea, but six other teenagers from my church attended. It Wasn,t cheap as meals and board under an all boys and all girls, chalet on lake side plus counsellors and chaperones were provided. I liked the retreat as when we weren,t having bible studies forced on us we could do crafts and do sports like tennis, volleyball, archery, crazy golf, table tennis and pool or snooker. During she the day we were also given escorted walks round the lake. Thevday began.