Except for that damned morning hard-on I already had.I spotted Mom curled up on Karen's bunk, laying on her side with legs pulled up into a pseudo-foe...al position and the soft pink lips of her pussy staring right back at me. She'd shaved her pubic patch before they'd gone out the previous evening and her exposed sex looked lusciously beautiful. If I hadn't been hard already, that sight would have corrected the situation. Only the flushing of the toilet brought me back from the land of daydreams. Sandy was trying not to stare! Sandy couldn’t hide her surprise and admiration as she saw my erect penis with the swollen crown on top. I can feel the waves of pleasure coming from my penis as I exposed it to Sandy. She handed me the two robotic hands and began to tap her keyboard saying, “Please position the two hands where you want them to be!”. I put the right hand on the crown of my penis and the second hand on the shaft.“Are you ready?” she asked. “Yes”, I firmly responded. She hit a. He climbed off her again. “Why don’t we call it a night whore?” then he extinguished the kerosene lamp and the room went dark. He left, closing the door. Jane couldn’t believe he left her like this, still tied up in that horrible position, still messy with cum and sweat. Her tits felt bruised, her insides felt like they’ve been rubbed raw and were filled with the sticky cum of scores of men. In the darkness, in her mind all she could see were cocks, big hard cocks, she felt like one would be. He agreed to the meeting, and then they both started talking about some of their earlier sexual activities, and how they were both more adventurous as they got older. Dave actually had a few butterflies on the day that he rode back into town with the large contingency of bikers. He got into town around 3:00 in the afternoon, and took a quick shower before he sent her a text letting her know that he had made it. They agreed to meet an hour later, at a small restaurant near where his tent was.