Her hands were busy finger fucking her cunt, and soon a second orgasm hit her.It was more pleasurable than the first one, which drenched her panties a...nd made a visible wet spot on the chair. Her thighs were shaking even after the orgasm had subsided. After a few minutes, she stood up and removed her drenched panties, and placed them inside a cover.It already had another panty that she had worn while having the first orgasm. Now she was in a dilemma of how she should reply to her son. Should she. " Ha, Ha."His costume was obviously another that didn't come off the shelf. It was similar to Sara's but brown instead of leopard skin. It wasn't as form fitting as hers, either. Chris looked like he'd gained a good thirty pounds; he was wearing some kind of stuffing or a pillow under the costume. He had a brown wig that made him look like Moe from the three stooges. His feet were in sandals.Jill was looking them over. "I give up."I looked at her. "Fred and Wilma." Huh?" The Flintstones." Oh.". And I had a bike to ride there whenever I wanted.One hot summer day I decided to have a good ride. When the city was far behind me I stopped, got off the bike and stated walking along the river. There were plenty of dense bushes. It was hot. I took off my t-shirt and suddenly saw a couple lying on the narrow place covered with sand. They were both naked.The man saw me and his first reaction was to get up and cover himself. But then he decided not to do that. He lay on the sand again and closed. "Mike’s a bastard!" Sounds like a resourceful type. A bit crude perhaps. Makes hard work of things ... This marooning lark ...! I’d have you behaving in thirty minutes." Behaving?" His use of the word was suspect.He laughed at her groping for what was, for him, obvious. "For a girl, behaving is doing whatever a man wants her to do." "You don’t really mean that." Dorinda chided. She prayed inwardly that indeed he did not mean it."I was never more sincere." They stared at each other in.