The next contact of my lips with his is deliberately louder.The renewed vocal emanation, growing in despair over your inability to see me—or him, or... us, or just me playing with your senses?—makes me snicker again. By now, you must feel how the anxiety is creeping up your belly, making your heart pump the first surges of adrenaline through your entire body, stiffening that pole in your boxers further.I crawl back onto the bed, straddling you, leaning over you so our lips can meet again softly. I. Been in love since before your mother became a teenager. She always talked about the big city. I'd let her. It made her happy for some reason. Out in the middle of nowhere, she'd dream of the city. She did these camping trips because she figured they'd be good for the kids. Her father used to do the same thing. Toughen them up and appreciate Mother Nature, you know. She loved it in her way. I mean, it doesn't get more beautiful then camping by a stream or a lake and the view and the vegetation. "Oh god!" I moaned again as I enjoyed the feeling of my stepmothers big boobs around my cock, the warm soft flesh cradling my hard tool as I slowly moved back and forth along my length."Oh god! oh god!" I moaned again and again.Mary then stopped and said "Your not going to cum yet, are you?" "No" I replied desperate for her to continue."Good, because I have great plans for your big cock" she grinned before she went back to jerking my cock again with her tits.For a good few minutes more, she. “You mean it’s alright with you if me and Beth get married?” he asked.“That’s a topic for a different day Maco. Whether we approve of the marriage or not won’t matter one bit, if you and Beth don’t get things clear between you. Once you’ve expressed your love for each other and talked things through; then, and only then, will it be the right time to come ask for her hand,” I told him with a straight face.It was evident that Maco saw past my words, as he just nodded his head and sank back into.