She was living with us after her husband passed. I know it may seem strange but he passed over fifteen years ago and she had not even thought about ot...er partners so we, my wife and family, served as her need to care for someone other then her son now going on sixteen. I had often wondered how she did it, just caring for basic needs of someone seemed to be more then enough to keep her going. It was still a surprise that she was home. She worked harder then I did because she was with a smaller. The room was full of the sound of spanking as flesh slapped flesh and full of the sound of moaning as both Melissa and I fucked ourselves to a rapid orgasm – a depraved crescendo of uncontrolled kink. I came first, deeply jetting sperm into Melissa’s vagina, and Melissa did her best to hold my gaze as she came, struggling to keep her head still as a result of the flat handed pummelling her beautiful big tits were taking from her husband. I felt her pussy pulse viciously against my still hard. Thomas pulled over. "Potty break." We all exited the van and stretched. The stars were still overhead and the moon had set. The lights of Albuquerque shone against the high clouds in the distance. Thomas had done what everyone else does when desert driving--he stopped at something that broke up the scenery. It was a billboard advertising Cabela's. We all did the doggy thing, peeing on the posts, then shared out our breakfast of ham sandwiches and Gatorade. "Vangie? Feel like another shopping. I was sure she was completely disoriented. Good rock music, we are gonna rock her ass.ROCK THAT ASS.Barry shouted into my ear. MILF MEAT. I laughed. He took a marker and wrote onher forehead. MILF MEAT. We all had a good laugh over that. High –Fives.The boys really had the tech stuff down. Kids are good with that.They set up the cameras to film the fun. We had monitors so we could see what was recording.We dimmed the lights a bit and placed one of the monitors so the MILF could.