"Did too!" Heather snorted out."I didn't! You did what you knew you had to do." And I suppose the three other girls turning up aren't your fault eithe...?" Mrs. Devers asked."What three other girls? I don't know what you're talking about!" 'cause of you, and Daddy, I talked 'em into coming with me." Heather snuffled. "I knew he'd done it to them, too."That meant three more families for Ms. Andrews to try to piece back together. Shit."I had nothing to do with that!" I protested."Did too!" Heather. We had stumbled upon the idyllic spot while hiking in the woods, some distance from our camp-site. It was just my son and myself, out on this expedition. My husband and I had divorced when Danny was sixteen, over two years ago. I was an active forty, my figure mature, but I could still turn heads, if I was dolled up. My son had been wanting to go on this trip, and I agreed to accompany him. I like the outdoors too, and was a bit of a tomboy in my time.The sun was scorching hot, bright even. Then came the moment that I was really looking forward to, I slided bothlegs inside the panties and started to raise them with both hands thru mylegs towards my hips. The soft and delicate feel of them sliding up mylegs gave me goosebumps.When they reached my crotch I realized that I would have to do somethingabout my little penis because it would generate a horrible bulge in thefront of the beautiful panties.I stopped the ascending motion and quickly came up with an idea, I tookmy penis with. The bucking car seat and Bruno's driving had reallygotten his insides moving because of the dildo. Now sitting in acloset, he just felt a void eager to be filled, like the dildo wasn'teven there. In fact, was it there anymore? Odd, since he couldn't stopthinking about the discomfort before.In the mirror, his beautiful puzzled face switched to a happier smirk.Ideas were forming, ways of passing the time. He shouldn't though.Then again, he looked into the mirror and wanted to fuck that.