”“So what guy do you imagine?”“It’s you; didn’t you get that?” She frowned at me, “Paul, you can be a bit dense sometimes.”It was a ...retty mild rebuke, but it irked me anyway. Then I remembered how I had gotten her in the first place.She had been treating me badly back then, as someone inconsequential. It was almost accidental, but she had set off my temper and I had put her back into line. I was surprised at how easily she had acquiesced to that as if she was expecting me – wanted me, really . Warmly, she swam in a slow river that carried her through undulating curves of soft, sweet flesh, that bore her upon its breast; that yet somehow held her impaled upon the penetration of the adored shaft. Lips nibbled her cheek, her ear, and gentle hands manipulated the cones of her tits; Lorena lay relaxed and limp, unable to remotely imagine any better feelings, any more wondrous place than this moment in enchanted time."Terrific," Jean Marks said softly. "I never saw anyone screwed before,. Mom and I went to scout out the lake Its wasn't close to the camp site as advertised, It was about a mile back down the road. The beach was nice and not very crowded either. There was a small store on site mom wanted to check out. As we headed back we passed the bath house. We peek in side there where two sides one for men and one for women. It was rustic. 6 stalls in each side with plywood walls each stall had a small wooden bench. "Well that will have to do" mom commented. Mom started lunch. Even though the 'I' word never came up in our relationship, we both loved the taboo feel of it.Therefore, after a moment, she let her right palm on my slit and got a more prominent feel of that juice. I saw her wiggle again as if she won the lottery, and after a minute, she slowly angled her head up to look at me.I lightly grabbed her hand and brought it to my mouth. I let my tongue out and cleaned it for her rather casually, all the while, my eyes stayed on hers. She featured that same.