I didn't really like it there since she was always drinking , smoking or d**gging but she would let me drink too so that made it ok.Her boyfriend who ...as ten years younger than her at 33 was really into the great outdoors type of stuff and he had a weekend planned with his friend to go on a mountain hike and then camp for the long weekend. I didn't want to be stuck with my mom and I kind of like camping so I asked to go. Her boyfriend protested about having to look out for me, but my mom was. ” “So it was okay what I did?” “Oh, no, no,” Mary said. “Becky, I used to do things without knowing why, or knowing I was about to do something I shouldn't do, but doing it anyway. After, I'd feel guilty, but that didn't make me change.” Mary saw the confusion on Becky's face. “Huh?” “It would start with an impulse, a thought or feeling, and I would reject it. Then this tension would build up inside me. It would get so bad that I'd end up giving in and doing whatever it was that I was. That's... just...something that ah...you um...need to decide for yourself. I can’t tell you ah...what to do. But I just can’t ah...understand why you would want to...you know...be with someone who would ah you know ah treat you, so that way. You know. Why...why would you want that? I...I think you should be um want to be with someone who would ah, treat you the way ah, way you deserve to be, you know, treated.” I felt like an idiot, and my face was burning with embarrassment by the time I. ..perhaps another woman? Now a few years ago, she’d have been horrified at the thought, but now, it just made her even hornier. In fact, lots of things made her horny. The other week, it had been cucumbers while she had been picking in the green house...for once, she hadn’t imagined a man fucking her, but a women, her neighbour in fact, who was holding it and fucking her with it. Christ, I’m getting wet...and her nipples were hard too. Just then, she heard the doorbell ring. Who could that.