'I am, am I?' Stevie asked, turning to face him with a knowing grin. Her son shrugged. 'Explain how that logic works?!'It was Stevie's turn to shrug n...w. Absently her fingers grasped the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and tugged toward herself, causing the crotch to mould to the crease of her pussy. She pulled up then and felt every soft fibre nuzzling at her love-button.'I mean, thinking about it,' she pondered hazily, and imagined, 'I kinda fuckin' like how you... And pause.'Eat me!'It was. Her reaction was a bit extreme.We got out and sunned some. Then we went back in to swim before heading back to our RV for lunch. While we were having lunch, Irene asked, "Who is left for us to see?"I said, "We have Aunt Joan and Uncle Alvin's families left to see. We will stay here tonight and move on Tuesday. Joan invited us for supper at their house on Wednesday. Uncle Alvin and his wife live close and will be there, too."Marianne looked at me and said, "Brad, I just don't get it. We've met. I wanted to see if people thought I was sexy. Wow! What a great place to show my naughty side. The response was fantastic. There are so many supportive people online and I gained lots of self-confidence. One guy wrote that I was his fantasy fuck. Another said I looked like Salma Hayek. Someone wrote that I was his sex kitten and he loved my tits. Everyone was so kind. I got messages asking me where I lived so we could hook up. Many of those requests were from women. Others wanted to do online. I’m glad for this. Our conversations went for hours, and opportunities to go out somewhere together came and went… and One Damn Thing After Another always prevented these from happening. But finally, we pegged a date down. Monty Python and the Holy Grail had just been re-released, and she and I were both rabid fans. I had the night off from work, and she had nothing to do that evening. The evening of September 11th. My dad woke me up Tuesday morning, 8:30am, with news that was at first.