He helped her in any way he could and she relied on him. He acted as a buffer between his parents and took up the slack of his father’s indifference...toward his mother. At the height of the Depression, he always had a job and sometimes two. He was usually the hardest working and the most reliable and, even though his mother never asked, he always gave her part of what he earned. Others escaped to tap rooms, gambling or whores but he stayed until it was time to get married. Scenes of marriage. He let out a deep groan just before sliding a finger in to stroke my clit. God, he knew what he was doing. He began swirling his finger in slow lazy circles around my clit, making me moan and thrust toward him. The more he teased, the harder I stroked him. The harder I stroked, the faster he did. When I begged for more he pushed my hand away and thrust two fingers inside my waiting pussy. I came instantly, screaming and fucking his fingers, my juices soaking them and the seat. . We should stop this."He continues to suck on her nipples back and forth, while the hand moves over her flat belly rubbing the oils into it, never ceasing. He gives special attention to the hollow area on her hips, massaging the oils in over her ovaries. As his hands drift lower, sliding under the waist band of her panties. moving, and massaging until he is over her shaven bare mound. She is molten down there, fluids flowing from her soaking her panties and making it so easy to slide his fingers. It turned me on that she was being this open and making sure to be that sexy around him. But she was doing exactly as I'd told her. I had never seen him quiet this uncomfortable. He was looking at her all he could, but was silent and not wanting us to notice that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.After we'd been there talking and sunning for a few minutes, Kari asked if I would put some oil on her back. Hunter tossed me the suntan oil and I moved over to her chair where she rolled over onto.