"A few minutes later, the woman reentered the restroom. She carried Carrie's purse, some papers and a man's white shirt."Will this do?" she asked hold...ng out the shirt.Carrie nodded and took the shirt. Looking into the purse, she noted the check was still inside. After removing the remains of her blouse, she pulled on the man's shirt. It was much too large for her, but at least it covered her naked chest."Thank you," Carrie said. "What is your name?" Marilyn. Marilyn Short. What's yours?". She must have heard me gasp. "Your fat old mother really that nice to look at?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips, the action pushing her chest out, her breasts swaying slightly."I won't lie" I said "If we were the couple we're pretending to be, there would be some very mischievous goings-on in this cubicle right now." What a shame. I haven't had any mischief in a long time." she said.I smiled and slid off my boxers, my 7 inch thick erection springing up as the waistband went over it. It. Then he slowly started sliding out and in with little strokes and was driving me nuts from the feeling I told him I need a real good fucking and we started pumping in rhythm and speeding up and we were both grunting and moaning and before long the loud slapping of his body and my ass was getting pretty fast which lasted for about 10 minutes and just as he slammed in me and pulled me as hard as he could into him and he started to cum I noticed another guy standing off to the side stroking his. At the top of the hill overlooking vast green fields dotted with thatched cottages, we found the ruins of what was once a monks’ abbey. Grass and weeds had grown through its foundation and vines twined their way around half-standing walls. All at once, I felt a hush and a pause as I surveyed the scene. Something about those ruined abbeys and castles held for me a beautiful mysticism that swept through my whole body. I turned to face my husband. God he looked amazing. His brown hair flowed.