My mother never wanted to marry him but was forced by her parents. My father belonged to a very rich family & was the only heir to all the property, s... i guess for her well being she was forced to marry him by her parents.Two years after the marriage, my father died due to a heart attack. So basically I was raised by my mother (Thanks to my father’s bank balance & his rich legacy). As far as I know My mother was a conservative & a simple woman, unlike her friends she didn’t used to go for. Of all the details of their sex life. In her head, she thought of him as a sort of rolling pin, flattening out the imperfections in her. By maintaining control over these encounters, he allowed her the freedom to be herself. To allow herself to be controlled, to be told what to do. She trusted him completely and he was the perfect combination of gentleman and dominant, a man that knew exactly when to push the boundaries and when to reassure and comfort. It was eight. She took a deep breath. “Viv, the car is almost packed, grab what you need. Let’s get a move on.” “Yeah, yeah I know. I hear you. I don’t like this time of morning, you know this.” “I guess you should have went to bed earlier than, shouldn’t you have?” “You’re the one who kept me up with camp stories!” “Hey don’t go be blaming me. It’s time to suck it up buttercup, let’s roll.” “I’ll be sucking something but it won’t be a buttercup. You smart ass.” I giggle as I grab the last of my things before locking up the door.. On our way, I couldn't stop thinking about my hard nipples and my wet pussy. Normally each dressing room is made for one person, but two is possible, if you are comfortable with the lack of space. Sarah opened a free dressing room and pulled me inside. I placed my bag on the seat as Sarah locked the door. I kicked off my shoes.Quickly Sarah started undressing and a few seconds later she was completely naked, bending over to search for her bikini in her bag. I grabbed the edges of my sweater and.