She sets her rifle against the tree trunk and sets to work stripping off her armor and equipment. By the time she is finished, Lacey is standing only ...in a pair of white cotton panties, her armor, clothing and equipment sitting in a disorganized pile.The air, which is still humid, feels cool on her sweaty skin. The itchiness subsides a little but not by much. Lacey frowns and huffs, “Well this was useless.”She turns to collect her gear and stops short. From the center on the tree trunk, sitting. “I wish to serve you, you delicious Nubian queen, I wish to submit myself to you, a muse of your whims, so that you may reach ecstasy. Let me drink from your Ebony source, let me lie next to you, our bodies intertwined, our limbs a tangle of contrasted skin tones.” I had never in my entire life had anything like this happen to me. I couldn’t even explain it. She was seducing me with prose and I was aching with desire and all I could do was listen, words were caught in my through. How was I. We didn't know the ride, if we could expect to pass other cars or whether there were any security cameras. It didn't matter. As soon as we were inside, Poul had my buttons undone, and my jacket pulled apart. I put a hand around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, but he wouldn't have that. He pulled the jacket off my shoulders, pinning my arms behind me with one hand, while the other lifted up my skirt, completely baring my pussy. I felt so exposed and so excited I just spread my legs and. She got up, prepared another drink and bent to show her hidden assets to me “Cheer my lovely son” she offered me the glass while watching my hand stroking my meat loaf. She gave me a long and spectacular view of her busty melons. I felt my fingers getting wet with my pre cum. I conveyed my mom a shrewd and wicked smile through my eyes, appreciating the beauty of her hanging and swaying assets. Meanwhile I saw, my wife Marium offering a drink to her father and I could see a lusty smile on her.