I got carried away with that. He loved a lot of dirty talk during sex. I knew he wanted me to say dirty things and so I said them without prompts. I c...me up with new, unexpected, filthy things to say to him.”“Like what?”“He’d make me beg for his big dick. And I would do it.”“That’s so fucking hot, babe.”“He would be on top of me, pinning me down on the bed or the floor, my legs spread wide, with his gigantic cock all the way inside, looking me deep in the eyes, and I would look right back at. Please don't stop!"Her face twisted with pleasure. And when two of my fingers went inside her tight little vaginal hole, she squirmed and fought her body just to stay in place. It was like she was a woman possessed."I'm almost there...Don't stop!...I'm cumming!!!"Her back violently arched and her toes tightly curled. A sudden stream of fluids squirted out of my mother's vagina and sprayed between my fingers. She squeezed the towel she was laying on tightly as a I continued fingering her clit.. I tried to ignore it as if to ignore a problem child but with each passing moment, this became ever more impossible. Realizing I was in public and did not want to risk any inappropriate displays on the public trails I admitted defeat and sat a few yards off trail to sit with my knees up to disguise the situation. I tried to divert my attention by reading the GPS manuals but the effort was pointless. By then I began to ache. While sitting there a spot of pre-come oozed out and soaked me and this. Nate looked at the cell phone as the call ended. Like most of their conversations lately it was short, curt, and cold. Bridgette pulled up a few minutes later with Rochelle. ‘Can you give us a few minutes?’ Nate asked Bridgette. She nodded and moved away. Rochelle’s eyes were downcast. ‘I thought about what I was going to say for quite awhile. All things I wanted to say. But there isn’t much point. We’re done and we both know it. No sense in making this any harder than it needs to be.’ Nate.