Scott had baked up a batch of killer pot brownies andexplained that they were good enough to finalize ourplans for Lisa’s evening. We all sat th...re around thecampfire teasing and taunting Lisa and watching assomeone’s cum oozed out of her pussy lips. She actuallyseemed to be quite proud to show this off once wepointed it out to her. I asked her how many loads shehad taken that afternoon. She said that she had only taken two in her pussy butshe had sucked the cum of another. Some of. So if I hugged her from what she will see and I went and hugged and my mom did not say anything and my mom wore her saree very attractively with her half boob’s exposed and without bra which I can see easily her nipple’s which was like pointing bullet. Then I started to play with her stomach by pressing it hard and slowly I pushed my finger inside her saree and I touched her pussy hair.Then my mom pulled my hand and said to go bath and come still that breakfast will be ready and my mom was. Ashamed to be of the same blood.”“And if I thought about it, I’d be ashamed of what some of my ancestors did – Crusaders, slave traders, the inventors of the concentration camp.”She sighed, and lifted her head. “Do you think so?”“I think all people are of equal value, whatever their differences in heritage, appearance or intellectual capacity. Come on, pretty one. I want to shower with you.”We rose from the bed, though not without much touching and caressing, and she coiled her hair and covered. ’ ‘Well, I love my wife a lot.’ For some reason I repeated myself. ‘I understand, Sean,’ Hayden placed her hand on mine. ‘If it makes you feel uncomfortable, don’t talk about her.’ ‘No, no, its not anything like that. I’m very excited about your being here.’ And I was. Here was a beautiful nineteen-year-old who carried herself with the sophistication of a fully-grown woman — I guess a couple years in porn with do that to a woman — and just the knowledge that over the next couple hours I was.