Then if things don’t work out I’ll have somewhere to come back to,” she grinned at me. “Come on bro let’s have a drink to celebrate.”It to...k us six weeks to find the right motor home, also known as motor caravans or often referred to just as vans, meantime Belinda moved into my spare room permanently. The vehicle we found had a central shower/toilet and kitchen with a bedroom at the back and a bed over the cab at the front, so we both had our own sleeping area with access to the facilities. We. That old lady never once made a sound or a movement to let anyone else know what we were up too.At their house she put Kim and her husband to work fixing lunch before we had to leave. Kim was peeling potatoes and cooking a vegetable while her father was getting the grill out to barbecue some steaks.Meanwhile she took me up stairs. She begged me to fuck her. She told me that she had heard Kim and I going at it last night, that she knew we did it again that morning, and that it was my cum on her. ’” And Pat, my wife of so many years that I’d thought I knew so well, did just that. Kneeling astride my midriff, she reached down tucked me into place and then slid straight down. All the way home.Delicious!Jan, by now recognised as the full-time Master of Ceremonies, said, “Come on Mike, we don’t want Sven subsiding.”I managed to keep a straight face, just. With Pat’s dangly ‘cantaloupes’ now trying to slide either side of my neck and the sight of Jan’s beautiful rack right next to me, there. She was wearing a white skinny fit tshirt with no logo, a light coloured, pleated, faux suede skirt that skimmed her knees and 2′ cork wedge heeled sandals. She was wearing make up, but had very much gone for the ‘less is more’ approach, Just a little mascara and a subtle lipstick. She was going to photograph beautifully. I led her inside and she looked around a lot, not in a panicked way, but just taking everything in. The house is not huge by any means, its a 1950’s suburban, detached, 4.