He was a short but stalking guy with grey hair and dressed like he was retired. They had a Cadillac next to their rv. There rv barely fit in the camps...te. One of those motor coaches. She was taller than him. Silver hair. Skinny. Big tits and still dressed for summer. Total odd couple. After he had set up he jump in the caddy and drove off. We were set up in no time. Our little rv was easy. I pitched a tent next to it. O had cut the netting out of the top and left the raimfly off. My wife liked. " If you insist. I don't think you're a suitable person to be coachingthe juniors."I thought I kept control of myself quite well, even finding a tight,cheerless smile for the old bag. Part of me thought it would have beeneasier to slink away from my old life, not to cause a fuss or any ill-feeling, but the more dominant part decided to stay. Firstly, it wasn'tmy old life - just my life, going along. Secondly, I enjoyed tennis, Iplayed well; I'd become a good coach - with kids or adults. I still. I was ready to fuck this winch when I looked over and mike was pile driving the fat lady. She was her back all spread eagle with her huge boobs bouncing as Mike laid pipe to her hairy cunt. I laid back and the skinny woman got on top of me and lowered her old cunt down on my hard pole. Much to my surprise, her old cunt felt really good and tight. She worked my cock like a pro! She was back and forth and then up and down. I got my thumb on her clit and started to bang her pussy like it was a. E., discipline, the desire todress their sons' as girls, seeking 'daughters' and so on. Afternumerous emails over about 6 weeks Rosemary agreed to visit the group ?initially without Jeremy - to view what went on.From the moment she got there she knew this was something she wanted todo. There were about a 20 mothers and 'sons' there ? Rosemary laterfound out there were over 50 in the group ? and members would meet atleast once a month... There was small 'donation' to join and the wholegroup was.