She came and waited along side me. She was around my height of 5’6” but even slimmer. I smiled and greeted her, “Hello; are you Bradley’s moth...r?”“Why yes, I am?” Her voice was gentle and cultured; her eyes the same brown as Brads. I held out my hand to her, and hers came gently into mine, “I’m Amber Jones; your son knocked on our door the other morning to borrow some milk; he told me you’d moved into 504.”“Oh Mrs Jones! Yes, that was most kind of you;So sorry I’ve not had time to thank. I looked over the edge, and it looked like the lake had dropped a bit. I took the ladder down and was soon stroking my way across the small bay. The water was refreshing, and by the time I had finished my outbound swim, I was wide awake. Across the bay, people were emerging from the other cabins. I smiled to myself and swam back to my dock, where I pulled myself out and dried off. Ten minutes later, I was in the field that served as our kitchen for the next week. Our oven was the bottom half of. I murmured a wordless exultation of bliss as he licked and sucked my pussy, drinking in my taste. My body radiated heat as the pleasure grew and grew until finally, with a powerful scream of release, I came. I bucked against his face, writhing on the bed as the orgasm shot through me. Somehow his tongue continued to hit the perfect spot, slowing his expert circling as I sank into the fuzzy afterglow. I was satisfied, but far from finished. He lifted his head to look at me, his smiling face. She did not guess to the size of the cock, but it was the largest she ever had in her at either end. Lydia used all her will power to take it. She took it to his balls. The diameter left her little room to breath. She did not bob her head on his dick. She held it still. She did a series of swallowing contractions. She got a rhythm to where she could breathe and suck him. The mixture of his and hers cum sent her over way before she got him close again. Lydia loved the taste of cum. Aaron was.