When the lord and his banner men assembledto move on the gypsy's stronghold she quietly joined the assembled campfollowers and made the long journey w...ith them to that mystical ruin.Her old eyes kept watch as they encamped outside the barrier. Shewatched one after another as men entered and did not return. Late in theevening when she was finally ready, she slowly made her way to the privyjust at the edge of the camp and kept walking on into the darkness.In the moonlight she slowly lurched across. I'd downloaded a clip from X-hamster called 'one for the bi's' and also had a couple of porn books as I knew there would be some waiting involved. I was horny and all sorts of scenarios were playing through my mind as I settled in reading a private magazine and stroking myself through my loose cargo pants. I was wearing runners, a T-shirt and cargo pants.After about twenty minutes a station wagon arrived, slowly entering the carpark and settling parallel to the cubicle only twenty metres from. You are Ida, Mrs. Charles Jones. Yes?" "Yes," I said. "Where is my husband, Charles?" "He is in freezer seven." "Why am I thawed, awake, if he is still frozen?" "He is several layers of canisters from the hatch. Why would I try to thaw him?" His voice was unnatural, flat, like a mentally retarded child, perhaps, or a deaf person who had learned to speak without hearing normal speech. "Because he is my husband, and we should be together." He looked. She didn't even have make up on but still what a beauty. I can see her nipples getting hard through her shirt. I kinda gave off a small chuckle and both Mark and his mom were asking what's so funny. I don't know why it was so funny because only one was hard at the time. Mark kinda caught a glimpse too but tried to avoid it. He must be used to it. But for some odd reason he began splashing his mom. Nothing crazy just started at the feet. Then her thighs to her waste.. We were telling her to come.