Emma was half hoping she would have the car to herself but she didn’t mind sharing too much. When she saw her travelling companion she did a double ...ake. There was that instant familiarity about her face and for a second or two Emma couldn’t recall where she knew her from. The other girl had long brown hair and lovely, soft brown eyes. She smiled at Emma, who must have looked a bit crazy, staring as she was. “Hi. Nice little sleeping car isn’t it?” Said the girl. Emma was sure she was talking. It was aimed at the toilet.He was jerking off.Beth’s pool party was forgotten. The fact that Rick was married was forgotten. The chill of the AC, the quiet of the house, and my wobbly equilibrium after three beers – all of it was forgotten as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, locking it.Rick looked over at me and snickered quietly. He was drunker than I.“Go use the other bathroom, you pervert,” he said, not really meaning it. I could tell.“It’s in Beth’s bedroom and I don’t want to. I made phone contact with one, and set up an information-gathering session while Paul was away on a three-day business trip. The photogapher was a very pleasant guy named Jim, about five years older than me. I wasnt prepared for how charming and handsome he was. We talked, and I explained how it would be for a birthday present for my husband. Ah, he smiled, some birthday suits for the birthday boy. Nice. Want some wine? I said yes, and we drank a glass while discussing the photo styles. Then we. I pressed my thumb on her clitty and gently rotated it.“Oh god!” my mother gasped into my mouth and her body tensed.I could sense her orgasm approaching as was mine.A mom and dad with a small boy and girl in tow approached the back corner of the coffee shop intent on taking the booth next to ours.They got one table length away from my mother and I before the mom realised what we were doing. She turned to her husband who was also shocked but couldn’t help but stare at us.“Come on k**s; let’s sit.