If you don't like it, we don't do it anymore. If you do like it, well, then we can do it again." We got out and walked around. There was a space betwe...n the treeline and the creek, about twenty yards of short grass, and then a sandy bank. There was evidence of some previous camping activity, but here between hunting season and summer, it was deserted and I was told that very little activity ever occurred. And that there were no questions about people camping there. I saw the creek, clear, swift. I had been standing in the kitchen for about 2 or 3 minutes having returned home to collect some papers I needed for work. I was watching my beautiful wife service this young man. I enjoyed hearing the sounds of her mouth fucking his cock and the look of pure ecstasy on his face. My cock started to strain at my pants as I started to think about joining in. I "accidently" knocked a pot onto the floor startling both, Joel instantly blushed and started to blurt out useless explanations. I chuckled. Mom told her how she was mortified at first, scared second, pissed off at dad third. But after so many years of having no one but an obese man pawing at her, that she started flirting with her son. That together we got her in to the best shape of her life. Now the flirting feels more like an addiction. By the time mom had finished her story, I had her top open, her bra opened in the front and I had her large breasts swinging freely in front of the realtor lady who was now clenching her legs. Now, I’m not an expert on wrestling by any stretch of the imagination but I promise to do my research. If any storyline or character seems a bit off, just try to go along with it. It’s YOUR story after all!It was a hot day in Orlando, not that ALL days aren’t hot in Orlando. But today’s was the kind of creeping heat that made your skin itch and your joints feel just a touch wobbly. It’s what Matt, the head trainer would call “hot as balls”. You pulled your old beater of a car up to 5055 Forsyth.