"He dipped his head to the right and smirked, conceding to her point. "Fine, but I feel kind of guilty not helping clean up." You don't have to Walter...anymore and as cheesy as this sounds, you being here is more than enough."He tightened his hold on her and grinned again. "I wasn't playing Walter my dear Nancy-Jade."She softly laughed, sweetly innocently laughed that very few people had ever heard her make then kissed the corner of his mouth. "Okay, if you feel so guilty, you can make it up to. Your cock is so thick)” My mother was begging the Swamiji to fuck her. So this was the reality of my religious mother and her Gurus!!!!! I could not help getting my own cock hard as I watched my own mother get fucked by the horny swami. I hated my mother! I hated myself for being the son of a whore! I hated this world but my cock stood up in my pants neverthless.I asked myself why did my mother fuck the Swami? What did she lack? These questions came to my mind and I wanted to confront my mother. " Suddenly, she began to accelerate.I was ready this time so I stepped it up a notch. I was pleased when I discovered that I was now able to keep up with her. I glanced sideways and watched as her long slender legs moved swiftly across the sand. She occasionally looked my way, giving me a big smile.When I reached my turn-around spot near the lighthouse, I began to slow. Britte continued on, but gave me a wave. I made a half circle and headed back toward camp.On the way back, I saw my neighbor's. She's in my Sociology class. We, uh, are working on a class project together." I knew I didn't have to make excuses, I mean for fuck sake she was married to my Dad. Why was I worried about her knowing I had some girl in my room? "Sally, this is my mom, Sam." I don't know why I called her mom, instead of step-mom, but I did."Hello Sally, it is lovely to meet you. You can call me Sam." Her voice was syrupy sweet. "I hope your project is going well. I am sure Brandon will prove to be a great.