’ The February air was in the forties. The light from the tiny sliver of moon glowed off the near white tar, sand and gravel roof. Surely there were...lights and cameras. Those were the phantom’s problems. Her fear over took her, she turned around to go back but the door latched behind her. The now familiar voice scared her enough to make her heart beat rapidly but she felt drops of slippery wetness flow onto her thighs. ‘I’m so glad you accepted my invitation tonight.’ The hooded phantom in the. . How would it begin? The ending she knew but the details swirled in her thoughts to the point of wetness. It began just as she had hoped with his lips full and soft taking her mouth, the arms she yearned for wrapping themselves about her body and his hands pressing into her flesh to feel every curve she possessed. There was no talk just the two of them holding on so tightly as if their bodies were melting into one. His lips... god his lips were magic! There were no other. I immediately caressed my mum's body, running my hands from her shoulders down her body to her boobs and finally round to her butt. I gave her butt a squeeze as we started to kiss. I loved seeing the water running down mum's body. It looked incredibly sexy. I grabbed a bottle of shower gel and began to rub it all over her body. Mum squirted some shower gel on her hands too and rubbed it on mine, spending quite a lot of time rubbing my cock and balls. I started licking Mum's nipples and. I was hoping to have more fun as I knew a lot of people. The clothing was a bit more informal than usual.The first two evenings went great. I met a lot of other people I had not seen in a while and we reconnected. The third night I was joining a large group of people at a nice restaurant off the resort property. It was a bit more dress up than the other evenings. Even though it was only March, it was smoldering that evening. I put on a very smart, sleeveless, below the knee black dress with.