There were no campers in sight and nobody out walking around. I held the camera as John gently guided my wife back to the pic-nic table and set h...r down on top of it. She sat there on the edge slowly rocking back and forth like she was going to pass out and fall over. He leaned forward and gently kissed her as he carefully reached down and pulled her T-shirt up to reveal her white lace bra. Again he cupped and rubbed her breasts before he pulled the t-shirt up and off. Her white lace bra. Please, I need it. Let me suck you. I need your cum. I've been such a good girl. Please!"He unzipped his pants and his cock popped out centimeters from my tingling lips. I lapped up the pre-cum flowing generously, licking like a kitten over and over on his glistening purple head. "Mmm, daddy. I need more please."He leaned forward and gasped as I tightened my wet slippery lips around his cock. As he pressed in I turned my head slightly so he grazed the inside of my cheek, ending at the hollow. They started making small talk, eventually becoming really comfortable with each other they talked about past relationships and he asked her if she was in one, she looked down and said yes, sadly. He pulled the truck over and lifted up her chin and said, "You're so beautiful, he's lucky to have you." She started blushing, as he went in for a kiss, she couldn't help herself, in the small amount of time they had been talking she had already fallen for him.They made out in his truck for a few. "Oh! Uh, so the mermaid," I trailed off and listened to his deep breaths as he shuddered out an orgasm. My face was bright red as he stood up to go to the bathroom. "Now look what you made me do," he said with a smirk, offering his palm for me to see. Growing up in the environment we did, admitting to an attraction would have been taboo. I looked at his face, searching for a hint of emotion. He seemed proud but grossed out slightly. "Eww go clean that up," I lied. "Queer," he winked.I wanted to.