Herpussy was wet with her juices and I went close to smell them…..she held myhead and tried to push my lips to her pussy lips…..I resisted and sof...lyexclaimed, ‘Hey not so soon, I am saving the best for the last’. Meanwhile myown cock was acting up…..it too wanted to dig into life’s greatpleasures. I knew that if I took it out right now, then it would be verydifficult to resist the temptation and my promise will not be fulfilled. Suddenly, I saw that Sunita had regained her senses and her eyes. He looks professorial, less than average height, thin, bespectacled, with somewhat rumpled gray hair, a gray mustache, and of all things, a tweed jacket. He introduces himself as Herakles.“Herakles?” I ask. “Is that why you named her Hera? Is she named after you?”“That would be an irony for the mythology,” he laughs softly. “Originally, Hera was a sort of stepmother and then mother in law to Heracles, but she always hated him and wanted him dead. But even the Greeks were known to evolve. And the almost full moon shines so bright overhead. It all makes them realize how insignificant each of us is in the whole complex of our being.They walk back toward where their car is parked. Tim and Abbie decide that they could be just as comfortable in it than in one of the cabins for the night. Tim climbs first into the passenger seat, tilts the back down, and pulls Abbie on top of him. The car is locked, and the tinted windows do pretty much block the view of anyone happening by. Abbie. Then I felt her touch my wet pussy, I arched my back in the pleasure my mother was giving me.“Did that feel good sweet heart?” she whispered to me.I nodded hastily and to my delight she did it again. But this time her fingers probed past my vagina’s lips. I squirmed in pleasure; then a thought crossed my mind. I should be doing something to my mom since she was doing something for me. So I raised my hands to my mom’s chest and began fondling her breasts. My mother seemed to appreciate this.