The camp fire cast its flickering light about, and Karen wondered if her imagination was playing tricks on her. When she looked Susan, she saw the woman slumped in the lawn chair, her knees wide. Glancing at Stan, she was certain she could see the very tip of his cock sticking from the leg of his cut-offs. There was a strange, sexual feeling being with this family, and Karen couldn't understand it. She was sure it was only her overactive sex thoughts.

They chatted away, as if Karen had been a long-time friend of theirs. The two children took to her immediately, and before it became late, Pamie had actually moved to sit closer to her, resting one warm little hand on Karen's thigh.

"It's getting late," Karen said.

"Devon," Stan said to his son, "why don't you walk Karen back to her motor home?"

"Sure, Dad," he said, getting to his feet and holding out his hand.

As though it were the most natural thing in the world, Karen got up and, holding his hand in hers, they walked back to her motor home.

"You have a wonderful family, Devon," she told him.

"I know," he said, following her into the motor home without being asked. "He didn't tell you he was chairman of the school board, did he?"

Karen felt her heart skip a beat. That could be very bad, she thought. His position meant he had a tight hold not only on her job, but her career as well. If he found out she was sucking his son's cock off, it would be the end for her.

But Devon was too precious to let go. She wanted his little prick too much to worry about being caught. Being with his family, feeling that sexual sensation, seeing his pretty little sister, Karen was excited intensely now. She didn't want to wait until the next day.