As I drove I knew I wanted to have sex, and although were bantering and teasing each other with innuendo, I realised I might just need to ask him to f...ck me.'Why would your wife be angry if she saw me', I asked him thickly? I turned to look at him, he was in his fifties, and a little rotund, from drinking a lot of beer, hitting on his friends daughter.'You're a beautiful young woman, very sexy, and you have about everything she has lost', was his honest reply.I glanced back into the rear view. I would get an instant hard-on on the slightest pretext. He placed the tip of the pointer at the bottom of my sternum and slowly moved it downward. "What do you say, Cadet? You understand me?"Understand him? My cock sure did. It was coming up to full hard quickly. The pointer kept moving downward, over my stomach, arriving at the fork in my legs. My cock and balls were tucked snug down my left leg and he rested the wooden stick against them. I liked what he was doing."Tell me you understand. He could hear her breathing getting deeper and her hips were bucking up to his thrusts. Smiling to himself he changed the position of his hand and forced a second finger deep inside her with one hard thrust. He heard her cry out but then the cry turned to the ecstasy of orgasm as her cunt gripped his fingers and he felt her juice flood over his tongue. He didn’t waste any time with asking if she was comfortable as he pulled his sticky finger from her now ragged hole, he just bent both her legs. I started to unfold them, but Martha said, "Put the lotion on first, Steven! Hurry! You can get sunburned out here before you know it!"Ronnie smirked and kidded, "Get undressed. Come on, it's so perfect out. Here, use up my lotion first." She handed me her bottle of Coppertone. I looked at it, and looked down at my clothed body. The moment of truth had arrived. Courageously, I removed my shirt and then unzipped and removed my shorts, looking around casually and trying to pretend that Ronnie and.