She could feel her pussy flooding even more than it already had from his earlier action.Mark was too horny to continue being embarrassed. Slipping a h...nd around his thick shaft, he began a slow stroke up and down his young cock. Helen leaned back against the worktop then drawing the hem of her skirt upwards, she pushed her hand inside her knickers forcing them down below her hairy pussy, her sole intention being that her son stare at her while he beat on his cock. "Look Mark! Look what mummy's. "Hold on a minute, I don't want them over here," I tell her. "If we're going to do this, we need to find a better location." "Sure, do you have anyplace in mind?" she asks. "Yes I do," I answer. "Give me the phone, and get dressed, were going out," I tell her. She hands me the phone and hops out of the bed looking for her clothing. I can tell that she is very excited about the evenings possibilities. I dial up Bob and tell him what's going on. At first he doesn't believe me, but I. Quint was grilling hot dogs, and a buffet had been set up with sodas, chips, dips, and salads. I surreptitiously tapped my earring, setting off the built-in recording device, and then approached him.Andres introduced us, "Hi, I'm Beth's brother, Andres."Quint looked at me, "and you're Javier, right?" Yep." You guys dating now?"We both nodded."Exclusive?"We shook our heads."Hunter will be happy to hear that." Where is Hunter?" Andres asked."I think he's in the pool. With the season coming up, he. ”“Then you can single us up on the bow line while I start the engine.”“Aye-aye, captain!”“Smart-ass.”“Hey, you made your choice.” She worked her hands around the cleated stern line, retrieving it and coiling it.In a matter of a couple of minutes the old diesel was chuffing at idle. “Let us go when I put’er in gear,” I said.“Got it!”With the bow against the bank I eased the stern toward the river’s center, then backed us out into the current. I knew just the place – a half-mile upstream, a strip.