"Come on then," said Fred. His heartbeat had returned to its normal pace. "We can have a quick walk around and then go home."Poppy nodded and they wal...ed around the park for an hour, circling the lake which was in the centre. They barely talked as each was deep in thought.Poppy was thinking about this morning and picturing her Uncle naked. She was concentrating on her Uncle's penis. That was a strange word to use, she thought. She contemplated some of the names she'd heard from her girlfriends. Most of the other passengers had their lights turned off and the cabin was in a gray darkness as I squinted out of one eye. At first I could not even see anyone next to me, but a shadow. In seconds, it soon took on form. Yes, a face, pale white skin, glasses, short straight hair... a lady.Or perhaps I should call her simply, a woman, 'lady' may be pressing the boundaries of that term.In fact, she was as I had guessed, an older lady. Just how old was difficult to ascertain in the dim cabin. He did just that while his curious eyes watched me as I got up and started to take off my pants. He didn’t know how to react, but he got up on the bed and lie on his back with his hard condom dick pointing up. He had his head turned facing me and kept his eyes on me while I pulled down my panties.I was determined to ejaculate my son. But since my handjob didn’t do the trick, I had no choice. I can’t just let my son’s dick kept hurting all night. I was a mother to her son’s rescue, or so I tried. Was it related to my betrothal? I couldn't see how it could be.Adam gestured for silence."Come here, Vanessa."I walked over to him, very aware of all the men watching me, and no doubt watching my breasts showing over the tight white lace top. I was wearing a pushup bra that created a deep cleavage, and lacy full brief panties. Then he pointed to the jug on the table."What's in this jug, Vanessa?" Semen, Adam. Horse semen." But you are now engaged to a dog. I need you to take the jug and go to.