”“H-how did they know?”“Andrew, they knew since my eighteenth birthday party. You thought they did not notice my flirting with you then and ev...er since the party two years ago? They could see the sexual energy between us building.”I take Andrew’s hand in mine and whisper, “It is fine, do not worry.”“I am not worried, just very surprised that your parents are open minded to this.”“Then if you will excuse me Andrew, I need to go to the ladies room for a moment and do not even think about paying. He was a hamsome man and, what a lovely well hung member he had, not to mention his balls.I bent down as if to sort my sandle so as he walked towards me he could see my breasts.I heard him get close and i looked up,he was fixed on my left breast which hung out of my robe.I just tucked it in and said "Morning".He chatted for a while and he asked if Dylan and i would like to come over for a drink,my pussy was wet by the thought of maybe having him some how.Back at our caravan i was so excited of. I murmured in protest as I felt him pushing his finger on my hole, trying to open it. Whats wrong, slut? he asked, still pushing his finger. I dont like anal, I told him. He stopped pushing and landed a hard smack on my pussy. Youre going to do what I want you to do and the more you complain, the worse it is going to be for you, he said, bringing his finger back to the hole. I cried out as I felt his finger enter my tight asshole. He moved it around, pushing it in even farther and putting. I may have been a wild, cheating whore, but I always knew that nothing must ever come between my husband and me. And then, of course, there was Jean. Not only had I made love to Jean as Molly, but Jean and I had been having an incestuous relationship since we were teenagers. In fact, it was Jean I had been going to see when I had been killed by the truck. As I explained all this to him, I had been sitting next to him on the edge of the bed in the cheap motel, but I had been looking down at my.