"So, are you thinking about what I need to do in order to show you that I'm not an angel?" No, because I already told you that you're liable to do alm...st anything, just to try to throw me off the truth, and make me believe that you aren't." I guess there isn't any way for me to convince you then, not if you're so bound and determined to believe that I am an angel. Promise me that you won't try to do anything to prove to yourself that I really am an angel though, like putting yourself in danger. I'm ready for a vigorous fucking.”David didn't seem put out by Mary's thinking that he was Wendy. He just applied himself to fucking his mother with all the energy of a fit young man.For me, standing in the door, with the rest of the group, this was an enormously erotic sight. I found it really difficult not to moan as I saw David's bare bum rise and fall as he plunged his cock in and out of his mother's cunt. Mary was obviously enjoying herself even more than I was. Eventually David held. He soon stopped me with a warning that he was getting too excited by it being my first time and so he spent the next hour bringing me to exquisite one after another orgasms. He did not disappoint me though for as I languished in my last climax he presented a still engorged penis to my grasp and it was my turn to give him satisfaction. I could not take my eyes off of it as I repeatedly stretched the spare skin down the shaft, thinking that the bell end would surely hurt a woman with a small hole. Cabin 7 would spend the morning packing enough food for the overnight, their bedding and a couple of 4-person dome tents into three canoes and leave after lunch. Since they were seven, Lisa would carry Susan while Ginger would be bowman, Samantha would take Heather as bowman and carry the tents and the bedding while Linda would take Karen, the spare clothing and the foodstuffs. Karen would have wanted to be stern-man but Lisa nixed that idea as Linda was better at the 'J'-stroke, which was.