"Was het lekker?" vroeg ze. "Heerlijk", zei ik. "Mooi, wil je nog even meekomen naar mijn caravan? Dan drinken we nog wat". Aangezien mijn vader nog z...eker een half uur bezig was om moeder te palen, en ik toch niks te doen had, stemde ik in. Met een halfslappe pik liep ik met haar, hand in hand, naar haar plek. Ze zat van hoofd tot buik zichtbaar onder het sperma, en tijdens het voorbijgaan zag je sommige mensen vreemd kijken. "Laat ze maar, ze zijn het van me gewend, hier. Ik ben 59, weduwe, en. Master – what about the panties and shoes slutAmanda – You told to use Laura’s panties – heavenknows where she got these from they are soinappropriate – a red and black thong that barelycovers my thingy.Master – do you mean your pussy?Amanda – Yes masterMaster – Well say it then slut – Say the pantiesbarely cover my pussy, are you crying bitch?Amanda – Yes master, sorry master; I am so ashamedwearing these clothes they make me look like a whoremasterMaster – Say. " With that she swam away giving me a nice view of her ass. "I better follow," John said. "See you in a couple hours!" "Sure ... thanks for the invite and the drinks," I replied.Dinner was at the hotel restaurant. A nice affair with private booths and fantastic food. I arrived and found John and Carrie in a corner booth. He had on a button up shirt and shorts; she a "barely there" sundress. They both stood when I arrived and I realized that Carrie was almost my height and amazingly slim and. He stands by my open window I cannot see his face only his crotch which is virtually in line with my face. My husband is now exploring my pussy with his fingers rubbing my clit gently; I feel the warm juices soaking into my dress. The stranger begins to unzip his jeans and unbuckle his belt. He does not pull his cock out but gently thrusts his crotch towards my face, I take the hint and begin to rub his cock through his pants, his cock stiffens and begins to emerge out of his waist band. I ease.