I cocked one eyebrow as an invitation to proceed – Athletic see? ‘The thing is, we had a party last night at the Chaplaincy, and I need to move a ...arrel of beer to our flat before the Chaplaincy closes for the vacation. Fr Tony said you’re a kind helpful man, very friendly, and you have a car.’ She stopped and looked hopeful. ‘You want me to move a barrel of beer to your flat? How big?’ I told you I was bright. ‘Living room, one bedroom, kitchen and bathroom,’ she said with an impish grin. She. I gently palmed her clit and she squeezed my hand in place. I squeezed her a few times then slid my hand down looking for entrance to her honey hole. I parted her lips with my fingers and slid my middle finger up and down her slit. I could feel the moisture building quickly but kept up a slow invasion. Danny started laughing at a joke on the sitcom as she reached down and tried to jam my finger into her wet hot pussy. I held tight making her yearn for it for a while longer. I finally slid that. I set about getting the van tidied up, setting up my bed, and sorting out what I would have for dinner. As it was only just after 4:00 pm and sunset was around 8:00 pm, I settled down to read my book. A little later, movement caught my eye at the motorhome to my left. It was a couple setting up their camp table and chairs. Although they were quite a distance away, I could tell they were in their late forties or early fifties. I estimated he was about 5’8” and a little overweight, she was. I told him to come ahead. We would make supper when they got here as I had steaks and beer for all. He said great and hung up. I sat there for I didn't know how long, holding the cell in my hand. Tran came in and kissed me on the forehead and said lunch was ready if I was interested. I followed her to the kitchen and was greeted by two crying girls and Sandra, who had a shocked and puzzled look on her face as she watched them sob. I couldn't figure out what was going on until I saw what was on.