They drift among the trees, tentatively at first, some almost shy, but after a moment she can see a pattern emerge in the chaos. They are moving in a ...ircle – moving around the old man. Slowly, deliberately, everything as if in a dream. Though the man looks at her his hands remain above his head, gathering airs grow full of silent anticipation. The fireflies draw nearer and nearer to the man as if he inhabits the center of a vortex, and slowly, as they draw nearer to the man’s outstretched. ” Roni turned to face me. Her dark brown hair was tousled and her tits were pushed together offering a lovely cleavage. I stared at her nipples and my semi got a bit harder. “You don’t think we’ll ever want to swap spouses like some people do, do you?” she asked with a frown. “I’ve never thought about doing that. I love sex with you and although I like to think about some other guys seeing that naked body of yours, I don’t want to watch somebody else fuck you.” She kissed me and took hold of my. "Sorry about my son, he's just shy."Sorry, did Mark just refer to me as his "son"? "He's my uncle." I butted in.Mom gave me a death glare from my response but said nothing. We had our meals and returned to the hotel. Lying in my king-sized bed in the hotel room, I turned away from mom and Mark’s bed and fell into a light sleep. I awoke to the sounds of hushed moaning. I opened my eyes to see mom’s necklace and gold watch seemingly levitating in the dark window reflection. I turned over,. With unbuttoned pants and her hand and fingers pressed through my underwear, I sighed in pleasure. It was a thrilling game, having to focus on the road in front of me while her fingers ever so slowly circled my clit. Whenever my focus faltered the pleasure stopped and she teased me, reminding me I had something important to focus on. The road ahead was a long, boring one in most cases, but that day it wasn’t that bad in that it was straight and non-eventful. Her finger pressed down a little.