As i arrived panting the area seemed to be deserted apart from a few cars parked by the hall at he back of the church as my breathing slowed i heard t...e reving of an engine and a squeal of tyres as a large 4x4 powered it's way up the small ramp to the car prk entrance where i stood,i could just make out a female form move from the drivers seat into the passenger side as the door swung opened her legs swung round to face me the setting sun highlighting the tan on her bare legs and the short. I like the thought of girls liking to be seen having sex – well, the thought generally of girls letting men see them show - but I always feel uncomfortable seeing sex. Maybe it’s the guilt of knowing I’m not normal, the humiliation of knowing I can’t do that. It’s also maybe the worry of ever being expected to ‘perform’ – though it’s highly unlikely any girl would even consider that, unless it was for money I guess, or charitable.No, I love being a wanker and wouldn’t want to change, and I love. Was it just my imagination or was her pussy getting wetter and wetter? Beads of moisture were definitely forming on her outer lips. My mind was instantly filled with fantasies too graphic to write out. My hard-on was becoming unbearable it almost hurt it was becoming so hard. After what seemed like forever though it was only a few moments the scene ended and Luna returned to the couch. Now that was over, there was nothing else to watch except this stupid movie. Such a dramatic change in. She, laughing at his tousled hair, his still amazed face as he in a stupor reached out and touched her soft pendulous breasts just to prove it was no dream. They silently drank the tea. He went off to pee, his mind unable to accept the change from mother and son, to lovers. Shaking his head as if to sort the muddled messages, his stream died, he shook it, looked at himself in the mirror, shook his head again this time in amazement then returned to her bed… no, not her bed, not his beloved.