When we arrive everyone crowds around a man who looks to in about his late 20s. He has a Red Wings cap and I hear someone let out a "woop woop" for th... team. He smiles politely. His shirt is brown with white letters that say the camps name. "Welcome to Camp Hill Ridge everyone! I know you guys are probably missing your parents, but by the time you leave you won't want to! Camp Hill Ridge gives the campers a pretty loose leash and we only have activities on Mondays -except today- , Wednesdays,. While it brewed, she turned to Claire. Ellen was an accountant and worked from home; Simon her husband was a solicitor. The house reflected their wealth.“So? What’s happened? Where’ve you been?”“I went to see John Pollard.”Ellen was nonplussed. The name did not ring a bell. “Who?” she asked.“Sorry.” Claire had forgotten how long it had been. “He was my boyfriend before Peter. Remember now?”Ellen remembered. “It must be thirty years Claire. He came to the house one summer. I was going on holiday. Megan let out a moan, and I realized at the same time that my hands were being ‘disabled’ by being trapped between Caitlin’s lovely jeans-clad thighs. I began to explore and soon found Cait’s hard pubic bulge; I rubbed with my fingers until I could feel dampness start to seep through, and by then Megan had moved away and was crouching above my own panties and skirt. she flipped the skirt up, pulled the crotch of the panties aside, and thus released my now rock-hard cock from its imprisonment. I. Here was my scantily clad wife who had clearly cooked dinner for this young man and was now throwing herself at him. Part of me wanted to barge in there, kick this guy out of my house and ask my wife what the hell she was doing, but the other part of me was incredibly aroused watching this scene unfold before me. My lust and interest in wanting to see how far my wife would go quickly won out and I refocused my attention on my wife who was now sliding his pants off. Once off, my wife slowly.