"Eat a good breakfast," Mission said as we sat waiting for the waitress to come back. "You might only get a pack of crackers for lunch." Sound fine to...me," I said. I did however have the 'hungry man' breakfast. That was three eggs three pieces of bacon and two links of sausage with toast. If they had served good biscuits it would have been perfect. Well with that terrible blend of coffee that restaurants serve it could never be perfect, but it would have been better.On the way out Mission's. “Look, look right now.” she said. I was too occupiedwith my own pleasures to listen. “No, look, she’swatching us.” I turned my gaze to the camper beyond thebed of the pickup and sure enough, there was my wife’smother, pressed against the large bay window of thecamper watching me fuck her daughter. I paused for a fewmoments, looking to see if she was really doing what shewas doing. Then I began moving my hips again. I found myself turned on by the idea that my. That's your doing. You're getting a reputation as a girl who spreads her legs easy. You're getting a reputation as a slut, Barb."I felt myself growing hot, blushing and flushed all over my body. How dare he talk to me like that."Fuck you," I snapped. But he cut me off."But let me tell you a secret, Barb," he said, "all those dates you spread your legs for..." Stop saying that." All those dates you spread your legs for cock," he continued, "somehow, it's not as good, is it. You come away. “Look right at it John.”My neck whipped around. Helpless, I couldn’t do anything but stare. Sam was unshaven and a small forest of hairs nestled between her legs. Her hands were spreading this forest and the gentle folds beneath, giving me a view of the soft pinkness of her insides and the small nub of her clit.“I want you to put on a show for us Sam. Touch yourself until you’re about to come. John, I want you to tell her all the things you’ve fantasized about doing to her. Start with the.