The following night she conducted another late night visit. He let her pretty much repeat what they had done before, because this was their last night...in camp, and the temptation would be removed.She carried it on longer than before, though. She managed to get him to masturbate her through her panties, and this gave her a climax that left her with tears in her eyes."Oh boy, was that good!" she said, as she relaxed against his chest.Then she took his erection in her small hands and he allowed. Bruiser looked up at her.“Huh?” Brent said, confused.“BNB, your alias. It’s Brent N Bruiser, isn’t it?” Emma asked.“Oh, that! Yeah, it is,” he answered which a chuckle.“And the 333, that’s your street address. I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner,” she stated.“Yeah, probably not the most creative, I know, but I made the alias and account just for you.” It was meant as an off-hand comment, but it came out sounding more intimate than intended.“Oh...” Emma said with a small smile.Bruiser. Jane then came over and helped Beth off of me and led her through to the shower room.The adrenaline of what had happened was releasing from Jim and he was able to relax into the couch. Allowing us to talk.“Beth told me earlier that things have been rough for you recently?” I started.“You can say that again, and today it even got worse. We received a final notice on our mortgage,.” He sighed and continued, “It seems no matter what we do there are forces trying to work against us. Although Beth. And not just financially.” The weekend proved to be everything she said it would be except relaxing. We drove up to Port St Lucie and had a private cabin on a private pond. She had packed only one small suitcase for both of us – mostly my dopp kit and hers. We didn’t wear any clothes the entire time. On Saturday night, as we were munching down some Chinese take-out in the living room, she sat on the edge of the coffee table with her legs splayed out and showing her recently fucked pussy.