He scolded me for getting out of cadence, whatever that was. As I made my way farther up the path, he placed the riding crop against my clit, and hel... it there. My crawling motion caused my clit to rub up against the leather tip of the crop, and I could feel myself getting aroused again. I must have gotten distracted, because I finally heard him berate me for veering off the path. He made me stop and raise my body up straight, and I sat back on my legs. He told me to clasp my hands behind. " I said "almost baby," She stood up and the water and soap cascaded down her on to my chest. She looked great with the soap going down her butt crack and ass. Her pussy was glistening and her breast stood straight out. Her nipples were rock hard and she squirmed around when I stuck a finger in her wet box.Her knees buckled a little and then I sat up and stuck my tongue in her pussy. She moaned and I placed my two fingers in her pussy and spread her cunt lips to get better access. I held my. Being right next to you just wasn’t close enough. I always wanted more. The musicians finally started. To my utmost surprise, they launched into some real, greasy, delta blues. It was the last thing we were expecting to hear in Italy but it was wonderful. He bellowed out song after song about women who’d left him, cheated him, or otherwise done him wrong. It was the kind of blues that made your heart ache deep down in your guts. After about an hour of playing they took a break and started to. She saw that they had found her collection of dildos and shrugged it off- “oh well, its not the end of the world, they’ll know about that sooner or later” Jennifer thought. But she didn’t realize how deeply that her son Jon had been thinking, and fantasizing about her dildo’s and her.Jennifer had assumed it was a innocent curiosity, albiet a little bit of a dirty one. And she assumed that her son was just trying to learn about sex and women. She started to have a bit of slight kink in wanting.