“I think we better...”Placing my hand on her shoulder I tried to keep her still but my father spoke again, his voice sounding closer to our tent, ...and she quickly sat up to reach frantically to find and pull on her shirt. I watched as she opened her legs to thread her feet through the skirt, my eyes on the front of her bikini.“Come on, Nick. Go talk to your father.”I exited the tent, stretching and yawning, greeting Dad as Mom buttoned her shirt. We left shortly after.Mom piled the small pack. He figured about a D cup and very prominent nipples that he yearned to suck. Eve could see the look on his face and noticed also a bulge in his pants and thought, fuck it, it's now or never and said "Terry, I want your hands all over me, everywhere, do you understand?" He looked at her and began to slowly caress her breasts. "O God, yes, that's so nice mm, keep it up, yes, ...." She whispered to no one. He caressed. Taking my hand, I push your cock inside my eager, sopping-wet pussy. God, you feel good, baby. This is about you though, so I will try not to rub my swollen clit on you as I ride you. And I do ride you, baby ... slowly and deeply. Up and down. Up and down. You feel my tight pussy hugging your sensitive cock each time I slide up. I try to flex and stretch your cock up with me. Our fingers interlock as you help me balance while I sensually rise and fall on your cock. It feels amazing. Your breath. . oh my goodness Brett... yes just there, please, I oh..." The cause for her about change of loyalty to her husband was the feeling of Brett’s tongue as it lapped her sex and caressed her sensitive clit. Before long her hips were lifting off the bed and were weaving in the air. I noticed her fingers had also found their way to Brett’s head and were running through his hair as he pleased her.I could hear the familiar sounds of my wife starting to get aroused. The sighs and ah’s and moans that.