Roxy reached over and turned on her television with the ever present clicker letting the volume drown out the sound of her terribly dreadful and total...y shameful whimpering that was quickly escaping her inept control. She changed the channel to the sports channel so she could see the young men running around the field in their tight shorts and banging into each other with aggressive determination to win. She imagined the strong, heavily-muscled bodies pinning her down and making her do those. Still rock hard I kept pummeling her until I felt her gradually coming out of that orgasm only to lurch helplessly over into another, even greater, release."Ooooo...hah hah...Ooooo...huh huh...OooooOooo...huh huh...." she panted and wailed as the welcome coolness of the growing darkness enveloped us.Suddenly I became aware of a tiny hand sliding up my thigh and finding my swaying balls. Sheila squeezed gently and I slammed into her seeping hole and erupted against her womb. "FUUUUUUCK!. It made her laugh; she told me she didn't want any other man touching her either and give me a big kiss.I watched her get the massage and got turned on. Watching this woman rubbing her shoulders, back and legs was hot to watch. As soon as she was finished we went back to our cabin and fucked like rabbits. I think it was her moaning and making noises every time the masseuse rubbed her body. She did tell me it really felt good. I told her I'd start giving her a massage at home a couple of nights. “What are you looking at?” she sounded annoyed now. I was usually discreet when checking out her mother, but this day had been different. She touched my dick. “Alright, we can have sex, but no spanking or rough fucking.”Finally. “Should we use her bed?”“Yeah sure, go down and pretend to be ill in the toilet.”I rose and tried to speak over the whistling winds. “Stomachache.” I went to the bathroom. I had to piss anyway. I sat down. It was impossible to piss standing with a boner. I spotted.