It also gave the group of young guys that were crossing the road a good look at me as well. They laughed and clapped as I continued to finger myself a...nd rub my clit allowing them all to watch. I slid my juicy fingers from my hole, sucking my juices from them before plunging them back into my pussy and fucking myself even deeper with them. Unfortunately the lights changed and we drove off before I could orgasm for them! When we arrived at the dogging site there were a few cars parked up with. "She really loved you, James," I whispered. "Excuse me?" Gretchen loved you, my mother really did. Like she never did love anyone before," I said a little louder. I sagged another time. He stood there a few feet away from me, looking helplessly at me. "And I'm her daughter... and... and yours," I whispered. I didn't want to believe it the whole time, but now everything seemed so clear. She used to talk a lot about Howard; she told me that he was my father. But she couldn't tell me where he. And I remember gulping for air as I dropped my hands from the keyboard, slack-jawed, to marvel at this unintentional display of her charms. And it must have been that I’d stopped typing, that caused her to whirl about, looking straight at me: “Jim, I’m sorry… I’m not disturbing you, am I? I mean, your writing. Do you mind if I stand here? It’s just so hot inside.” “Cathy…” I stammered. “Of course you’re not bothering me. I just… I just…” as my voice trailed. Cathy was now facing me, and thanks. Looking back, Madison smiled at the handsome black guy that she had just delivered a cold beer to. When she had bent over to put down his beer, he had run his big strong hand between her butt cheeks and felt her bare pussy.Madison just loved working as a waitress at the Black Rooster Resort. She knew that there were so many women who wanted to work there, so she felt so fortunate when she got the job last spring.On her way to the bar, she saw her friends Sandra and Kerry over by the pool. They.