Mary blushed with embarrassment when Dale whispered in her ear as he washelping her clean off her makeup."Who's just been shagged then?" he grinned."T...at smeared lipstick, those bunched up panties, that untucked blouseand that smile on your face all tell the same story." He smoothed hershoulder.Mary couldn't help but grin back at him."Ok sweetheart I'm not exactly sure what you got up to, but let me tellyou a little about douching. It's yucky but it's necessary," Dalebegan.Robert Brinkley was. And yet I did nothing. Instead I watched him pull my willing, giggling mom into his arms. I watched as her lips urgently sought out his. I watched as he carried her wet naked body to the grassy bank."Little slut," he laughingly said, his loud words echoing around the clearing as he forced mom to her knees before him. "Suck it!" he ordered as his hands grabbed handfuls of mom's flowing hair."Make me," she challenged back, her eyes gleaming in excitement as they looked up at the man towering. He moved closer, following the shoreline, keeping down and using available cover.What an incredible stroke of luck, Phelps thought, to track the girl, alone, to this remote location. She wasn't dressed as brazenly as she'd been when he'd first seen her, but her abbreviated cutoffs and the light blouse were provocative. As he drew nearer, he noticed that the high humidity had melded the blouse to her body. Her nipples were clearly visible through the soaked fabric.Phelps found himself hoping. “There” she said as she patted my now covered cock.We discussed the session looking for ideas on how to improve and both girls mentioned that I was stronger but agreed it was a good benchmark to aim for, my weight and strength proving it to be very difficult for them once pinned.To give them confidence I told them that by wriggling their hips and moving their heads did give them a chance to overturn the situation, I also told them that better use of the tongue during the breathing technique.