We chatted a little while longer and then paid our check, said our goodbyes, and headed out the door."Don't fuck it up with Tina, ya hear?" he called ...fter me as I walked to my car.I grinned and waved and then smiled all the way back to my parents' house.When my flight touched down in D.C., I thought about calling Sherri right away, but it didn't seem right. I knew she was busy, and my concerns and worries could wait. Besides, it was late, and I knew she was going out the next evening, New. All she could think of was the constant need in her wet, creamy cunt.Patty put her hand on her steaming pussy, feeling all the cum juice seeping out of the slit. The next thing she knew, she was fingerfucking again, rubbing her fat little clit, thinking about how good it felt when her cunt stretched around her son's cock."Unh, unhg! Fuck my pussy, fuck my horny pussy! Unh, unh, need to cum!"This time her son wasn't with her in the house. It was one in the afternoon and Patty was still. "Are u alright?" Completely caught off guard by what seemed to be a simple opening greeting I blinked my way to her eyes: each time memorizing every curve and crevice that came into view."Yeah, Im fine." responding nonchauntly."ill be okay sooner than later" Good ," she said "ide hate to think u made a living of fighting terrorist but couldn't recover from a simple football." "Recover?" I said defensivly, "I only sat out cause im bored of the game. "Really u look tired to me." she said. I was the only kid stupid enough to get roped into a weekend in the booringest place in the world with four old people. I had packed several books and was determined to spend most of my time in my tent reading. If you don't know, the water is too cold and the shore to rocky to swim or lay on the beach in St. Ignace. It seems like all there is to do is eat pasties and sit around. And that's exactly what happened a lot of the time. When we got to the campsite, Jan and Steve had already.