. you go ahead... I want to finish up on this..."She left the camper, knowing that it would be useless to try getting him interested in her... again, ...tonight... The last time had been the middle of last week! Damn it! She was instantly sorry she bad thought it... but that was really what she felt. If I were some kind of an old hag... I could understand it! I want to be a loving... giving wife... but just because I won't let Stan do some of those... awful, far-out things to me he gets all. He talked to Pat's chest ignoring me. He said, "We don't need all that crap. I'm living fine and I was before. My woman died but I'll find a new one soon."Pat said, "Best of luck to you. My marriage is a source of constant joy to me. Mark is a very good man." His face betrayed his plan, such as it was. He started to draw a pistol when I pushed mine into his stomach and Pat's was suddenly pointed between his eyes. There was steel in her eyes and voice. "With your fingertips, pull your gun and. Make love to me, now, Margo!" and we both plunged our fingers deep into each others' vaginas. Lydia found my G spot -- we didn't even know the term then -- and my spasms of love began.Something came over me and I wanted to taste her, like I tasted her on Carl's cock Sunday.I turned around and climbed on top of her, kissing her knees and legs and tummy. Her pussy was right before my eyes and I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I loved that, wanted that. When I felt her tongue on my own lips,. It was about twenty minutes later that her cellphone chirped and she saw the text massage telling her that he was ready. The door to his room was slightly ajar so she entered. He was already naked under the sheets and judging by the outline she saw, he was already rock hard. His eyes went wide when he saw the shorty nightie Megan wore, it was purple silk with black lace trim and fit her like a glove. He also noticed that the nipples of her beautiful B cups were already straining against the.