She started to snog me murmuring quietly, clearly enjoying me play with her tits. I slipped my hands down to her bum and started to massage her cheek...s and stroking the inside of her thighs and I managed to pull her thong down. She managed to get a hand down and started to tug on my cock, she obviously wanted a good fucking. I slowly unzipped the sleeping bag to give us a bit more room as my wife slipped her panties off. She straddled me again and reaching down between her legs guided my. "Not me. I'm dying to see if the difference between good rum and what I've been swilling is anything like the difference in tequilas," Robin laughed.Everyone but Dan and I had assumed the same seating as the night before. It made me think of school and sitting in someone else's seat. Dan had slipped out to return with some more wood to stack beside the fire.I tapped the ash off of my cigar, into an empty mug, before relighting it. My mistake. Dan moved over and plopped down between Robin and. Marty was the guy who first told me about sex, and the guy who showed me how to masturbate. In fact, during junior high many of our “campouts” in my tent in the back yard were just cover for mutual masturbation sessions, until Marty wanted to go a bit farther. Back then, it never occurred to me that Marty might be gay; it probably never occurred to him, either. But as we caught up on each other’s lives in the bar that night, it was clear to me that he was indeed gay. About five scotches in,. My in-laws bedroom was in the front of the house off the living room. The layout of the rooms is important because it contributed to what took place between Stella and me. Just as important was that since the rooms were all relatively small, the bedroom doors were an accordion style. I was around 25 years old when we moved in. I don't know Stella's age exactly, somewhere around 50. Stella was not a beauty, but she was attractive and enjoyable to be around. Her figure might have been called a.