The northern post road was clear, and had been clear for a while. The mountains that framed our valley had been the dividing line for the breaking wea...ther, and south of the Neck the temperatures had been a good ten degrees warmer than the valleys for several weeks already.We had a big going away breakfast at the Red Flag, though it was downplayed considerably, and sold as River and I wishing to replicate the trip my parents took before I was born. The mood was festive and the sky was overcast. I was not tight by any means, but with mom’s two fingers inside me, my pussy felt full. The feeling of her two fingers inside me, coupled with Melanie running her hand over the tiny bumps all over my hot skin, made the pressure build even more. Yes, the inevitable was going to happen. All of a sudden, I felt mom curl her fingers and slowly drag the top inside of my drenched cavity. It caused a concentrated feeling to penetrate my whole being and my body tensed automatically from the curve of. Pulling them down my legs to my ankles, he pulled my shorts down too. There I was, standing almost completely naked, watching my wife getting fucked while a man was caressing my cheeks and running his fingers up and down my crack. I should have stopped him right there as I knew where this was leading but it felt so good that I let him continue and would have let him do anything to me he wanted, which was just what he did in a few minutes. He then pulled my shirt over my head and had me step out. She wasn’t bad, definitely plump but ‘what the hell’ - never look a gift horse in the mouth (or pass up a white pussy because of its age). He also tried to limit my expectations by saying that she may back out of the meeting completely or not let anything develop. I didn’t say it in my reply but as far as I was concerned this white bitch was going to get some black cock inside her while she was in the good- ol USA! President’s Day holiday week was in full swing and the beaches were packed.