He said that the horse needed to rest, also. There was only so much that magic could do.Haflor agreed, reluctantly. If they lost the horse, it would s...ow them down significantly. Roland kept a sharp eye out for a good spot to camp. Almost an hour later, he saw the perfect place.It was a small rise, with enough trees standing to create a very nice shelter against the wind and the rain. It took him only twenty minutes before he had a place set up for himself. Next, he spent another twenty minutes. Locking the bus door I went into the house to find Mum in tears again. "It's alright she snivelled it's just coming into the empty house that shook me up a bit."I opened a can of soup while Mum rustled up some sandwiches. After we had eaten our fill we sat back and talked, I was interested to find out if Mum had any feelings for Matt, she had. When Sally was alive she and Mum had discussed the possibilities of swapping, it never came to fruition but Mum still thought about it now and then.. He asked me to stand on fours and started to bang me from behind. I was enjoying like a shameless slut. Getting fucked in open theatre. He increased his pace and banging me hard.After some time I came on his dick and he came into my pussy. It was a very intense daring and lovely quickie. We fixed ourselves and went to washrooms. I cleaned and adjusted my dress and did washed my face and came outside. He was waiting for me near door and said“let’s go for a dinner now”I said “ok”We went for. What the fuck was I doing? I quickly wadded the shirt back up and put it back right where Bobby had left it.Over the next couple of months I would secretly visit Bobby’s bedroom once a week or so. I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t resist. I would suck on parts of the shirt, I would lick it. And occasionally I would take it to the bedroom I shared with my wife where I put the shirt over my head and face and jack off while deeply inhaling the aroma and sex scent of my stepson’s dried sperm. I.