She likewise never seemed to complain or come across as needy. She gave me the space I needed and reveled in her role as a partner’s wife. We truste... each other fully, and neither of us had ever crossed the line from flirtation into infidelity.Fairly early in the evening, Toni and I were standing near the entrance, welcoming our employees and their guests as they arrived. I was dressed in a fancy, black, French tuxedo with a purple paisley vest and matching purple bow tie and handkerchief in. As I regained my composure I could make out some of what dad was saying "you love that dog tongue don't you?" mumble mumble "your cunt is dripping" mumble mumble "you're ready to get fucked bitch". This last comment confused me as she was clearly already impaled on his dick. Then they changed position again but they were so engrossed in what they were doing I didn't bother hiding again. Dad directed mum back onto the floor so she was on all fours, he propped some pillows under her stomach and. Most went for a nap, I went to speak to Mr. Scott. I told him what I saw earlier, he smiled and said it happens a lot. I asked what they were doing, he said if I come to his tent tonight he'd tell me. He got up and sat with the assistant scout master for a while. Before dinner we practiced our rope skills and Mr. Scott said this was the most predictive camp out so far. After dinner we went to bed. After a while I went to Mr. Scott's tent.He said to come in and lay down. I took off my clothes. During all this time I was seriously dying to press her boobs and grab her ass, suck her nipples, just this thought made me hard. All this while we were holding hands, putting arms around waist, pinching on cheeks and so on, I even tried to slip my hands past her boobs and butt but she didn’t react adversely so I came to know that I am going to have at least some fun if not all.We had dinner, she even had drinks (I didn’t as I had to drive whole night) and started moving, it was 12 AM. Bharti.