I breathed deeply as I panted for breath. I stared at her, hoping to get an explanation. She just shrugged, wiped her lips and acted as if nothing hap...ened. I gave her a quizzical look. I then walked out of the car and went to the door step of my house. Was it me, or did was the house repainted? Just as I was about to knock on the door, it magically opened. A young, good-looking man stared at me. He blinked a couple of times before his eyes widened. He turned around and yelled, “Jasmine’s back!. " Ooohh baby, what a good idea. Ahhh baby, let Jamie fuck me with it. He's never done it. Come up here and I'll suck your cock and you can watch Jamie fucking me with it."We swapped places and Mum took my hard cock in her mouth whilst I watched her getting dildo fucked."Mum why don't we go to the bedroom. It'll be more comfortable." Yes, your right."Whilst I was in there getting her dildo, I also slipped the tube of lube under the pillows. So when we got there, I told Mum to kneel on the bed. But, honestly, I needed ‘Me Time’ — not just for sex but to be alone.That came on the fifth day when hubby left and I scouted the area for people I might interact with. It seemed about ninety-five percent of campers were families or couples and it was silent at night — apart from the occasional moan! But kids ruin that mood fast. Ugh, I don’t have any kids or want any.I chatted with a few people on the beach. Most of them wouldn’t swim due to sharks in the area — there are warnings everywhere —. The issue came about at the end of the day I was there, a Wednesday. We were having a “retreat parade” after dinner, where you line up the boys and lower the flag in the campsite. It’s supposed to be a somber and sober ceremony, quiet and polite, and the boys are supposed to be standing silent and at attention in their uniforms, saluting. That was the theory, anyway. That night was different, though.Instead, the boys were joking around, laughing, and talking through the ceremony, Charlie among.