I said, “Do you ever dream of reenacting those times, with a consenting partner of course?” He looked confused and embarrassed. “Consenting?” ...e queried. “Yes, where she wants you to.”He looked very confused. Now feeling my wine, I said “I would like to play out being ****d.” He looked even more confused but then the light dawned. I told him my tent location.In the middle of the night I heard the tent zipper go up and he was standing there. He put his hand over my mouth a said, “You sure you. Turn around...." I took him as I bent him over on the floor. He fell down to all 4s as I went ahead and got on top of him, grabbing my cock as I slid it in his asshole. Again, feeling the tightness around my cock as I let out another satisfying moan. "Fuck.... fucking tight ass pussy..." My hands on his shoulders as I started to fuck and pound him. His moans so loud as he was loving every second of getting fucked. "Fuck me yes.... fuck my ass... fuck my tight ass..." he let out. Both of us. He gave light smile which is very bad, And gave her a pack of jasmine flowers. It was new for me because my mom never keeps flowers as my dad never brings flowers. She was looking damn sexy. My cock stood like a tent in my pant even before I witnessed the real big feast. As mom was decorating her hair with flowers kistappa sat on the bed and took out a tablet and swallowed it using milk. Then he slowly began to drink milk savoring my mom’s beauty. I wondered how mom liked that 55 year with half. "I don't mind saying that I'm as nervous as a cat in a dog kennel," Marksaid smiling and his smile eased some of the tension."Mark, if it's any help at all, so are we. We are all treading on verynew ground here," Helen said."Yes, but you don't have to dress like little girls or as a baby," Marksaid and added, "I'm assuming that there would be some baby stuff as well?I mean clothes that is." Yes, but so would Susan at some point," Helen noted."Susan," Mark asked surprised."As I'd noted earlier,.