Honest. Yeah, I was fooling no one. At least I’ll hopefully get to spy on Ron in his boxers to make up for it.‘Need to make sure that everyone’s...in bed,’ she said, looking around the campsite. ‘Too awkward otherwise.’I wasn’t exactly sure why; as one of the ‘grown-ups’ surely she’d get away with it? I didn’t press it. I just bided my time and when everyone had gone to bed and the campfire had been snuffed out by my Uncle Kevin, I sneaked out of my lodge bedroom window, telling Abbie to have fun. I almost panicked again when I felt my husband's hands upon my head once more, but he simply brushed my hair away from my face, and I was thankful for his gesture, as my hair was beginning to get in the way of my mouth.I looked up my husband's body, noting the quickening rise and fall of his chest. Looking further upward, I saw his eyes, half-open and full of desire and love, locked with mine. This time, I was prepared, and with my eyes locked with his for as long as possible, I was the one in. I pulled my cock out of her ass. I laid next to her and we kissed. She told me that her legs were shaking and she couldn't stand up. So we just kissed for a for more minutes until she was able to compose herself. She got up on her knees, and took my cock in her hand. Slowly she eased herself on my cock. I put my hands on her knees as she rode me. And I thought she sucked a mean cock, but goddamn if she didn't ride better. I needed to maintain my focus or else I was going to cum. I watched as. She had on enough makeup for six girls, and had on so much gaudy jewelry that if she'd fallen down it would have taken a crane to get her back up. I didn't realize I was staring until my wife kicked me under the table and said:"You had better put on a seat belt before you fall out of that chair."The woman exuded sex, in a slutty way, and it didn't matter how hard you tried to avoid looking at her your eyes always came back.During the next year we saw them maybe three out of every five times we.