" She suddenly assumed a knowing expression, like she just had an inspiration. "What is it, Julie?" Umm, I remember now that I spied on you naked on...e way back when I was 7 or 8, and you were 14 or 15. It was one of those summers you would sneak out and run off at night with migrants. I knew you were going but it was only a couple of years ago that Mom told me what you were up to. One night, I was real quiet not to wake up Mom, and I saw the door of your room was open a crack anyway. I. I doubt any of them noticed; they were all pretty far gone.I'd always liked the dawn and the festival site looked almost bucolic at this hour; the tents and benders somehow more solid, and the buses and trucks seeming almost magical. Later on, in full daylight, it would all be revealed as a chaotic mess, the Convoy vehicles as the vaguely legal rust buckets most of them were. For now, though, the place was almost silent, just a few straggles of wood smoke rising across the fields, even the kids. My cock started to stir as well as I listened to her fantasy of her being with a younger man. A very noticeable bugle was easily seen in my trousers as I listened to Mandy. She seen it and reached over and stroked it, saying; “I think you like my fantasy baby. Would you like for me to live it out, maybe even let you watch as a young man fucks me?”Mandy opened my shorts, stuck her hand inside and stroke my hard five inch long, uncut cock, and said; “Now this is some-one I haven’t seen in while!. Early mornings I would go and wake her up and sometimes I used to drop her to her home. I didn’t know what was bothering her so much but didn’t want to invade my curiosity on to her private life.One Saturday night, however, she got drunk too much n started dancing on the floor to DJ s tunes. She used to generally sit quietly and drink but today she was dancing. I let her enjoy on the dance floor since she was depressed since many days now. She was in a denim skirt that barely rode up to her.