The lack of a bus service on Sundays is not usually a problem. I ride a motorbike, or the cycle. However, it meant a roughly three mile walk each way ...or the church, as we agreed a motorcycle was not perhaps the most suitable mode of transport if you wish to arrive at church relatively unruffled. I did suggest a taxi, but that was refused pointedly. As it was, we stopped for lunch at a pub on the way home, and had roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, veg and gravy. Denise was quiet and thoughtful. "Do you know any English?" Asked Brendon."A little bit of English," She replied with a bit of a lisp."Good. First thing I want to do is fuck," He grinned. "Then I want to relax a bit, shoot my stuff and then fuck again." You want quicky for relief, then take more time once you are ready. I can do that."He moved and pushed her towards the crib, then he took her in his arms, and eased her down, not giving her a chance to disrobe. She pulled her legs wide as he climbed on top of her. He pushed his. I saw Kathy frown when she saw what was going on. John's drinking was sometimes a problem and by all accounts they frequently argued about it.That night Debbie was unusually amorous when we went to bed. We had abstained so far on the trip since John and Kathy pitched their tent only a few feet away. And it was so warm we slept with the van doors open except for the mosquito netting.As soon as we crawled up onto the bed she jerked my shorts down without any foreplay and popped my cock into her. I wanted to ask to see what I was touching but I was afraid to speak. I continued to suck and pinch her nipples as I attempted to move the fingers of my left hand deeper within that intriguing hole. Mother assisted by moving up in bed and all four of my fingers slipped right in. I felt more warm moist flesh. Still I could not imagine what I was feeling, looked like. I wiggled my fingers and mother said, Thats itthats good. She began to stroke my penis faster and I began to move my finger in.