.. but Mark had not only gone along with the plan, he had actually encouraged it!"Well, that damn bastard!" she whispered huskily."You okay, Natalie?"... came Stuart's question from out in the hall.The woman's face was smoldering with gathering anger. He actually planned it! Mark really deliberately planned it! And after telling me we were coming up here to save our marriage! The gall! Her reply to the Camp Director was dark and sultry."I'm fine, Stuart darling... just fine," she purred in a. I had it all planned. But those plans literally went down the river. Here I was, all by myself, wondering how much fun Sarah was having rafting out west with her old boyfriend instead of sweating here in Midwest with me.If anything, the weather had gotten muggier since I'd started down the trail. The mugginess matched my mood. At least there was a bit of haze to mute the sunshine. If I got the tent set up soon, I'd have time to cook a couple hot dogs from my grub bag, drink one of the sodas I'd. Now, I was 18. I was a normal teenager fantasizing about teenage girls, and I had never looked at Mrs Jones twice. She was just a friend's mother, but she had never appeared before me in black underwear. As she led me through the back door, I couldn't help thinking "FUCK! I've just nearly seen Mike's mum's tits! The black lace of the bra against her white tits actually gave me a stiffy I hadn't expected. I was 18. I wasn't into older women, or so I thought.I got a Coke from the fridge and she. She turned in my direction because it shielded her from anyone coming out of the door from the stairs and as if my prayers were being answered she slid down the top revealing pert little boobs and dark pointy nipples protruding. After reaching into her bag she pulled out a bra which she slipped on before following with a t shirt. I had been lucky enough to get a good look at both of them straight on and from the side. They bounced slightly as the bikini top came off allowing me to reasonably.