She walked around to the front of their car and squatted to take a piss and drain the cum from her cunt.I only had to zip up and had met her in the pa...king lot to help her dress. She slipped her overalls back on and buckled and buttoned them back up. Their car fired up and they drove away as we walked back toward the beer tent.It was after one a.m. and everyone in the tent was sloppy-ass drunk. The place was also maybe only half as full as before. We walked right in without a second glance.. My viewers and I knew the truth though. Within 20 minutes she had finished the wine, and has sunken into a quiet sense of ecstasy. I got up and walked into my Mom’s room. I looked through her clothes and found what I was looking for. A small pink lingerie style robe that I had seen my mom wear around the house on more than one occasion. Even as a young kid the sight of her wearing this slinky robe around the house gave me a hard-on. I think it got so bad that my dad might have noticed and. Jonesy was scanning the area, but nothing moved. I heard several more whumps, they seemed to be coming from the east.I saw smoke, then I heard the whump. "Two o'clock Jonesy."He was scanning before I'd finished speaking. It seemed an age but was probably only seconds until he spoke, "Top row, middle block, green, red, red, yellow, the last green. That's where the spotter is."I counted off the colours through my sights then studied the final green container. I saw nothing. Then a small piece of. Her breasts were not large, but that’s okay, as I never was a fan of big breasts. As I passed her, I turned to check out her ass, and was rewarded with a view of an ass that could be framed and displayed very easily in any museum. I stood behind her and continued to check her out. She appeared to be at least 10 years younger than me, but again there was nothing wrong with that. She was so occupied with her sketch pad she didn’t notice me staring over her shoulder as she busily sketched, then.