Instead he gave another harsh command, "Tell me what you are Linda, tell me what you want from me. Tell me or I'll stop." Linda again became alarmed.... She was just on the edge again. She needed to come and she didn't want anything to stop her."No! Bobby, Please don't stop! Oh god please don't stop! I'm a slut, I'm a whore! I need to be fucked. Fuck me like a dog. I'm a bitch in heat. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Shoot your cum up my pussy. Oh god, don't stop, I'm almost there. . As we waited in the queue Ken was being a bit naughty and was surreptitiously feeling me up when people were not looking, or sometimes, I think, when they were! We got home with our meal and I must admit, partly due to the drink and partly due to the fact we got on so well, I was feeling a bit horny, especially as I had not had a man for nearly a year. We ate our meal quickly as, without discussion, I think we both knew what was going to happen. The problem was that although I just started. We carefully cleaned up the remaining splatter using a small but versatile mop included with the laundry. We unpacked a few self-inflating mattresses from the storage lockers and set them up, with Mom and Tiff in the back corners and me in the center section, the single remaining row of seats providing the barest modicum of privacy – they were narrow mattresses and we had an excess, so we quickly doubled them up. Using the console we set up a sleeping schedule for the lights and started. She was not aware of my thick prick trapped between the twin globes of her ass or my hands both quickly encircling her and grabbing her breasts and pulling her into me. “Enough foreplay. We can play later. It’s time to get to business.” Then I kicked her feet apart and leaned her forward so her hands could reach the large rock. I will never forget that moment. Lilly flipped her long hair over her left shoulder and that long expanse of tapered tanned back lay out there before me. She looked back.