I was in my nightie with a dressing gown over that, he in his pyjamas. It was a documentary we were watching I think, and both of were tired but felt ...we should watch until it finished. At one point I discovered I had fallen asleep and Roy was cuddled up alongside me. So far so acceptable, but then I felt his hand slowly and tentatively sliding up from resting against my hip, towards my bust! He was pretending to be asleep and making it look accidental. What to do? I was frozen. I didn't want to. The stocky hawk wasn't often seen near our village, so this was a treat.Looking at all our men hidden and relaxing in the thick bush cover gave me pause to appreciate how the village and my wives anchored a purpose to my life. They grounded my sanity and removed my former worries about rescue. I intended to claim all the land from the braided river to the visible horizon east of my village as a principality for free people with a new approach to life. The Caldav would learn to avoid me soon. It was better that any porno movie. It was live action with the smell added to sight and sound. The fact that it was his kid and spouse reminded him of his own Oedipal feelings he had as a teen, with the hots for his own mom. His wife’s over riding passion, which had overcome her reluctance to participate, was an incredible turn on. He couldn’t believe how hard he was. Suddenly, he was overcome with cunt lust. He had to fuck this beautiful woman before him.Billy found himself pulled back. Silently the girl tells herself that though he looks at least George’s age, it doesn’t matter. George often, when he was younger, slept with women well into their eighties. The man isn’t picky that’s for sure, and neither is Tabitha.She scoops up her drink and takes a few sips before settling down onto one of the many empty lounge chairs. She decided on the pol because it was empty and the public sex thing has captivated her interests. What better place to do it than a place like this?.