We only stopped kissing when Sarah would hold a nipple to my mouth so I could suck on it and play with it softly, flicking the hard nub back and forth... with my tongue. She told me how she had been thinking about this all week; how she wanted to fuck me and feel my hot cum squirt into her pussy. This was slow, sensual sex, and while highly enjoyable, it would take me a while to get to the point of orgasm. That is, if this was all we were going to do. Sarah had other ideas. She talked to me. She. ..interesting sights.”Angela looked to her left. “Right. Because a peasant mucking in the field would interest such a refined lady as yourself.”I wanted to scream. But I wouldn't.I was grateful for our midday break. We found shade beneath a chestnut tree. Angela sat on the grass as she chewed on her trail rations. I walked around, letting my legs stretch out, and rubbed my poor, abused bottom. Maybe Angela would kiss it better.I glanced at her. She took a vicious bite out of her trail ration,. “One of the usual suspects I suppose?” he said, getting up and coming to stand behind his petite wife. He could see by the way her nipples were showing through her thin blouse that the thought of a weekend being shagged silly and sucking all the cunt she wanted was having its effect on her.“Yes, it is the same as last year. It will be just the same four members of the Bi-Bi club. Pam is the organiser this year, so should be good. She knows how to get a party going,” Jane said, her fingers. ”“NO!” I virtually shouted then calmer “No mom I’ve seen them now, there’s no point in changing and getting anymore clothes wet.”My mother stopped and looked at me. Her eyebrows raised and finally she smiled. “Ok son you can perv at your mom’s tits, but you’re gonna get frustrated if you do that.”I thought about it and finally decided to say it and bugger the consequences. “Mom, speaking of frustration. Do you think there’s anything that we can do about it?”“No son I’m not sure there is. .