At one point I went back over to my table to take a breather. I looked around for my husband and saw him sitting at another table with a couple of my ...unts. He had a couple beers in front of him and was deep in conversation with my aunts. I laughed because I knew he was probably drunk already and was probably flirting with them. It really didn't bother me because like I said I just wanted to have a good time tonight and wasn't worrying about my drunk husband. I took a sip of my drink and. Eventually they stopped at a truck stop. They had breakfast and drank their coffee and talked some more. She eagerly climbed back on the bike for the ride back to her car. She was enjoying riding a motorcycle. He was enjoying the ride so much he decided to take the back country roads. She held onto him and leaned with him with each turn. He could feel her excitement so he purposefully took a wrong turn taking them miles out of their way. He wanted to delay their return to her car as long as he. But this afternoon, the passing parade wasn’t revealing any of our preferred body types - men or woman. It was probably a result of being the end of long hot day, there were less and less people as time passed. There were a lot fewer people of any description, far less handsome mature bulls. After about half an hour I said to Lily, “Darling, I’m going for a swim – would you like to come with me?” She was reading a book written in Chinese,“In a minute honey, I just want to finish this chapter.”. I was seated at my vanity as I pulled on my hose. I glanced at the mirror and saw my older b*****r standing in the partly open doorway staring at me, his hand in his pocket, rubbing what must be his hard cock. It took me a moment to realize he was not staring at my crotch but my feet. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I felt the biggest rush I had since the first time I fingered myself to a climax. I didn’t know a fetish from a hairbrush, but I did know that my big b*****r was going to fill.