'There may be many couples there at once.' 'I'd like to lay down and this isn't an invitation, but if you would put lotion on my back...' 'I shall b... polite,' Frank assured me. And he was. When he got to the small of my back he stopped and asked, 'Do you want...' When I nodded his hands didn't linger on my mostly exposed ass cheeks any longer than they should before doing my legs. Afterwards he went back to his blanket though I noticed he watched attentively when I turned over to put lotion. Amy looked over her shoulder at me with a sweet smile on her face. “I have never been willing to let a man even think about fucking me back there…but…”(‘But’ was always a good word to hear at times like this), I would let you do anything to me Jake. Just be careful please.” Her eyes were soft and kind as she turned back around and pressed her ass up against my hard cock. I couldn’t help but smile at the trust she had just placed in me. The fact was, my wife had never been willing to let me fuck. She just squatted and pissed, watching her son as he leaned out of the window and looked at her. After what seemed like hours, Peggy finished. But her son was still leaning out and boldly looking at her. She couldn't stand up because he would see her pants were down, see her cunt before she could pull them up. Yet he could see her cunt if she kept squatting, too. With a tremor, she stood. She gripped her jeans, but they slipped from herhands. With an embarrassed cry, she grabb, but it was too. "Since we'll have to be here for a month we might as well have a good time," I told her. She took a deep breath and long hair pressed against the right side of my face. In my head I thought about the contrast between my brown hair and her blond. "I want to go home," she mumbles into my shoulder."Me too," I sigh. I let go when I feel people staring. Allison turns away from me then when the counselors call us to the flag pole at the far right. I keep my pace steady behind my sister as I look.