Gradually, time passed and at around 8:00 pm, his mom came back from work. We hid the beers and went down to the living room to talk to her. After cha...ting with his mother for an hour, she decided to rest since she was already damn tired. So we decided to head out to some restaurant for dinner and his dad also tagged along with us.Let me describe his mom. Let’s call her ‘SG’.His mom is one of the rare modern women I have seen of my parents’ generation. SG always speaks in English and she smokes. I cling to him hard as i try to hold my breath. He takes me towards the corner and pushes me against the wall to relax still in his hold. I take deep breaths and relax. That's when i feel it. His hardness against my pussy. Stroking slowly. I focus on my lowers and i realise we're out in open. But no one was there! But he was so much older than me! But it's been so long since someone tried something with me I dont open my eyes and let him do as he please. "Again" i say and he scoops me up. "Let. His lips found my hardened rose buds and he swirled them with his tongue, flicking and nibbling as I moaned and writhed beneath him. “Fuck me,” I panted, my hands lacing into his hair. “Fuck me right now, Drew, oh my god,” I moaned, pleading, scratching every inch of his skin I could reach. “Patience, Anna,” he growled, sending shivers down my spine, almost right to my clit. His lips left my nipples and travelled down my stomach. Soon my bottoms were down as well. He kissed the top of my warm,. We were near the Laramie River, so we decided we'd walk up it for a ways.For some reason, it always seems like we can talk better when we're walking. When we're in the wagon, we never know if someone is right outside. Even when we're sitting around the fire, we never know if someone is coming up behind us when we're talking. When we're out on a walk, we know no one else can hear what we're saying.Today was no exception. After we had walked a ways, Lettie said, "You know I really do love both of.