We stand beside it, the covers already neatly turned down. I slowly turn her, untie the wide belt and open the button at her nape, letting the dress s...ide off her shoulders and down. She leans back against me and I reach around and cup her breasts while I nibble her ear. She moans as my hands cross her belly and ease the dress over her hips, letting it puddle on the floor. I hook my thumbs in the waist of her lacy panties and they too fall. She turns to me and pulls my sweater up and off. I. One night she looked up and caught me focused on it while she pumped my dick with that hand. She giggled a little and said, "I think my boy likes seeing his Mom's wedding band on his dick. Is that right? Do you like that?"I nodded, wondering if she was going to scold me. She didn't, though. She looked down at her hand and said, "You know, I like it, too. Why do you think I always use that hand? You know I'm right-handed. Remember the first time? I used my left hand then, because I thought you. It's a great cock. If I'm honest, it's twice the size of my boyfriends!" she giggled."Really?" Oh yeah. I mean, his is like ..." Cindy wriggled her little finger on one hand, "... that big. But yours, it's fucking huge!"Hearing her made me feel better about myself. I was still a virgin, and not great around girls. Her hungry eyes stared upon my cock, while she bit her bottom lip and teasingly licked her lips."Okay, how do you wanna do this?" I asked.My hands shifted around, uncertain of where. I had to stay and watch. Within minutes they all three shot their loads the wall of the stall. I made my way back to our cabin, my pussy very wet from what I had seen. I went back there everyday, several times a day to see if I could see those men again. The third day they were there, this time they saw me watching them. They did not worry about me and kept on wacking their meat till they blew their loads. Two more times I watched from a distance as these men jacked off, my pussy dripping, I.