The prospect of having to attend to Jason’s sexual ‘needs’ created a mixture of emotions inside her. On the one hand there was a certain sense o...f fear of the unknown… as far as being intimate with her son was concerned. If it went badly, might their ‘normal’ mother/son relationship be affected and compromised; and if it went well, in other words, a favourable outcome occurred without any sexual intent by either party (difficult to imagine when a woman is fisting her son’s cock with the sole. When I woke up, I was more sober and finally found our tent.”Andy said, “Yes, I remember very well. Phil and I were worried and looked for you. When you finally came to our tent you were a mess and it was obvious you’d been laid a lot. We let you sleep then cleaned you up. You didn’t want to fuck us until the next evening.”Carrie continued, “I knew that you were fucking the girls in the next tent but that was only fair. Did you know that I set that up for you?”“What? They came to us and told us. I can feel the heat of his whole body on top of me as he places his wet lips over mine. We’ll lock in a heated kiss while he rams that massive black cock into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his body locking my heeled feet around his ass. James loves it when I dig my nails into his back when he fucks me. I really don’t have a clue where my husband is at this point. I’m just totally involved of making love to my man at the moment. I think we switched positions several times before James. .“Evening, good buddy,” said Hammond Greeley, head barkeep at the Spur.“You too, Ham,” I said. “Got something around five hundred proof for me?” I said.“Maybe eighty or a hundred, ran out of the heavy stuff,” he said, smirking.“More’s the pity. Well, gimme what yuh got,” I said.“You got it, man,” he said.I watched the other early arrivals beginning to get into the scene as I sipped my Smirnoff blue label and nibbled on the pretzels my favorite drink master kept in front of me.My favorite.