To my shock, she slowly rolled over and cupped her breasts in her hands. Shaking her breasts and pinching her nipples she said that girls gets to see ...its all the time, and that if we want to give her a good show that I would need to do it. Then she told me to take off my shorts and get this show going. My wife is usually pretty reserved so this was all a shock to me but just the idea of all this had me rock hard and needing to be set free. I pulled my shorts off and gave my cock a few strokes. Her hips were keeping up with my rhythm. We were fucking like dogs right now. She wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me even closer to her. I never stopped fucking her.She pulled me even harder with her legs. I lost my balance and fell over her. While my dick still was inside her pussy, we rearranged our self on the sofa. She was now lying on her back, and I was over her missionary. Her legs were pointing right up to the ceiling.My body went closer to her body while my hips were. Even though she was forty, she would give any of the ladies a run for their money in the looks department.“I can’t believe this, you brought us to a fucking summer camp like we’re ten years old!” Debbie continued to whine.“Actually, you couldn’t be more wrong, if you tried! I think it’s time to pack it in Debbie!” Millie growled, clearly at the end of her tether.“Well, what do you expect? I can’t keep in touch with my friends. I said I would keep a picture diary. And I’m sure Rick will dump me,. I look back and see that maybe an academic setting is not the place to vent my spleen, so to say. I study hard the rest of the semester. I pass all my classes, except one. My Literature class has a big ugly D in the margin, and a zero where credits should be. Two weeks after the end of the semester, I receive a letter in the mail. It is a printout of my research paper, and my hand-written final essay. Attached to my essay is another paper, with red writing on it. I do not still have these.