I turned around to face away from him, straddling him with my wide open delights dripping gently onto his legs.“Spank me” I begged once more, but ...e ignored me and leaned down to drink in my musk, then re-positioning, he entered me from behind and I rode his hard dick frantically and silently.It had been tmee last time; he was killed in a tragic accident the next day. The pain, and the memories of the pain, had all gone now, but the ‘spanking that never was’ had tormented me forever since! I’d. As I finished loading the last load into the washer, Bert tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned around Bert was standing there holding a pair of my black lace panties to his face. I looked down at his crotch and noticed his manhood trying to bust its way out of his jeans. I instantly felt a jolt run through my pussy, I didn’t know what was happening to me. Bert then ran his finger tips slowly down my chest and over my hard nipples, he then ran his hands down to the bottom of my short mini. His hand was flying up and down his huge cock as I watched it ooze lots of pre-cun onto his hand. He looked at me and said “do you think your mom would suck a black one”. Then, probably because I was staring at his big cock, he said “do you want to suck a black one”. I looked at him with a need in my eyes as he looked at me with the same need.He glanced at his big cock and then took his hand away. I crawled over to him and took it in my hand. It was the closest I’d ever been to the cock I loved. ”, she shouted up the stairs. I was dressed, packed and ready to go in less than 10 minutes. As I carried my gear downstairs I saw that mom had already packed her things and had them sitting by the door. We loaded them into the car and off we went.Being that we live so far north and it was the middle of January, it was blistering cold outside. Not quite freezing, but still in the low 40s. It’d be colder in the mountains but perfect camping weather.After a three hour drive, we got to the spot.