During lunch, I see Greg helping a child check his blood sugar in the lodge. “Aw, he is so sweet. He rather help a child then eat.” I say to mysel... while I am eating lunch. Wait, I got it! I know how I am going to seduce him. After Greg finally eats, he goes outside and plays tennis with the younger campers. I follow him, tap him on his shoulder with huff and a small cry. I say “Greg, I don’t feel good.” He knells on my level and says “What’s wrong Paige, is your blood sugar low?” He says. It passed over the top of my left leg and began to stroke my inner thigh.I quickly clamped my thighs together and looked around the room in a state of panic to see if anyone was watching, but then I remembered about the tablecloth. I relaxed and opened to allow him access. There was something erotic about the dare devilish act we were discretely performing in public.His hand delicately and sensuously glided over the fine denier, moving slowly upwards towards my inner sanctum. I felt his fingers. She can dish it out as well as take as much as I can give. Maybe because she is married and not always available that makes her seem more desirable.This only got me hornier. I wanted some action now so I headed out the door to my favorite massage parlor. I really didn’t have a special girl there as there was a pretty high turnover but I always found a willing receptacle for my swimmers. The owner had a good eye for young and willing girls. A nice table shower, a well place tip and I got a skin. I reach up to the waistband of his jeans and start pulling them down, he lifts his ass, lets me slide them down, I stop sucking to drag them off his hips. I go back to my sucking; he watches wide eyed and speedily his cock is back to rigid.Standing, I pull him to his feet, turn and slip the shirt off my shoulders, it falls to the floor. I encourage him to put his arms around me and draw his hands to my full, but saggy tits, he squeezes them for a few moments, then tweaks the nipples, they are.