"Yes, okay. Give me some time to recover from that though," Tim almost pleaded.They had plenty of time so they just lay together kissing and cuddling ...or a while.A while later Tim's cock was slowly hardening in Debbie's hand before he asked her to roll onto her front.With his cock now again rigid he looked at the sight before him with her thick thighs and huge backside that he would soon be fucking.Debbie had been continuously turned on since before they left the bar but as Tim slowly kissed. ." he starts, and I wait for him to finish, but he doesn't. "Yeah ..." I nod, not sure what to say either. I don't know of a word that exists to describe what just happened. How can you share a moment like that with someone and not feel something... strong? I test my muscles and lift my head to look at him, and he stares back. He looks like he's thinking a million things, his green eyes endless. This man has no idea what he does to me. He's so beautiful, and all I can do is smile. Smile. I don’t know why it never occurred to me to physically resist at all. I suppose something about this abrupt surge of real dominance from him had switched off that part of my brain – all I know is I was completely helpless to oppose him. I could beg for mercy, but I couldn’t make him stop. And even my will to beg was quickly eroding; my body was already pliant and obedient in his hands, and my mind seemed to be quickly following. As he continued to lavish attention on my exposed tits. The date of the invitation was in two weeks, which gave him plenty of time to talk to Helen and to make arrangements for a guest preacher. He also thought it would be the perfect time to get away and figure out what to do with their current situation.Two weeks later the Hanson family arrived at the High Meadow Camp and Retreat around noon on Monday. Helen and the children were as excited as he was about the week in the mountains. Gary parked the car in front of the administration building and.