Aunt Joan was gently stroking rubbing my side with her other arm. To warm her up I was briskly rubbing her side, bottom and upper thigh. Her skin felt...wonderful, so fleshy and womanly. Each time I passed her bottom my hand would linger there savouring the shape of her bum cheek. I felt myself getting hard again. ‘That’s lovely Bill, I’m warming up a treat’‘Bill? Something hard seems to pressing against me, I’d better investigate’I felt Aunt Joan’s hand move down my body. ‘Ah … I think I’ve. Again, I was struck by the difference between the two employees. The older man was organized and efficient. He worked quietly on his own, not pausing to see who the stranger was.The woman, approximately my age, was curious. She stopped in the middle of the lube job she was doing and walked over to me."Something I can do for you, mister?" Naw ... just lookin' around." Nothin' much to see here," she said idly as she walked back to the lube rack.I watched her for a few minutes, wondering just how. Facelli too, looking the ever classy broad she always did, gowns, pearls, glitz, and glamor, and Brad as well. I tried not to grin at the thought. I wonder what Mr. Facelli would say if he knew. They were the All American Family, living the American Dream, or so the picture would lead one to believe. I knew more about their real family than perhaps even they did, most of them anyway. It wasn’t long before I found myself thrust up against the bedpost, pinned hard against it. Hot lips came to. I kissed him hard and deeply, my tongue filling his mouth, swirling and flicking. His eyes closed and he fell into his submissive self, reaching his hand backwards to pull my head into him harder. Our kiss broke and I stared into his eyes for a moment, now stroking his stiff cock faster than before. He knew I meant business and reacted in kind.He unzipped his side of the sleeping bag and threw it open. The cold air rushed over us. Involuntary reactions couldn’t be helped as we both shuddered.