A simple old shady grove in the country.

You spread out the old paper map that Tanya marked up for you in pencil and count up the time and distance to the hippie swinger camp or whatnot that Bob and Tanya had set up as your next stopover. There's a scribbled note that says if the river road is busy, the road on the other side is longer but quieter. The route connects back up near your destination and doesn't look much longer, based on the mileage numbers between the dotted waypoints. Good old Triple-A, hard to beat them, even if everyone was all digital this and that. Out in the country with few cell towers and many high hills, a map would never let you down.

It's late morning and your tummies are grumbling by the time you find a nice place to pull off the country road. In the bend of a creek is a grove of old, leafy trees, whispering in the gentle breeze. It's practically its own little wonderland, the ground covered in a thick carpet of old leaves with tufts of green grass and even a few daisies here and there.

Once you've had your late breakfast or early lunch, you invite your wife and your traveling guest to take a walk through the trees. Priscilla exclaims at the beautiful old trees, the quiet, sheltered surroundings, and the fresh, mild air. Mary smiles, holding your hand, looking very pleased, letting Priscilla carry the conversation.

A little deeper into the grove, you notice hearts and initials carved into the trees, some carvings obscured by years of growth, others sharp and fresh. Priscilla is quick to notice the first bark-carved dick, then the tits, butts, and other body parts one covers up in polite society. She goes topless, stuffing her silky travel shirt and bitsy little bra into her bag, and twirls around.

Mary laughs and grins at Priscilla's antics. "I wonder if that's the style the ladies dress in at the camp?" she says.

Not far on, there's a little hollow between the trees where the leaves are piled up a little thicker, and you catch the glint of a couple of empty beer bottles off to one side.

"Well, well, look here," you say. "I believe I see a place where frisky young couples come to Do It."

"To 'do it'?" Priscilla says. "Whatever could you mean by that?" She shakes her little tits at you.

Prissy here is looking mighty fine for pushing fifty, maybe over, but you'd have to allow that she doesn't have a lot of miles on her, despite being a mama at least once over. While on the other side, you'd have to allow that your wife has the high-mileage upgrade, and still the more she gets, the more she shines brighter and more lovely. You'd do her in a second. Heck, maybe you will.

"Well, I'm sure I don't know," you say, laughing. "What do you think, hmm? Something you want to try out?" You make eyes at Mary, making sure she's included in your invitation.

Priscilla laughs loudly. "You'll have to catch me first!" she says, and high-tails it off through the trees.

This is not exactly the kind of exercise you were hoping for on your just-healed leg.

"Oh well, guess I'll go have the last piece of pie!" you call after her, hoping to lure her back to the RV. You murmur to your wife, "Or maybe a piece of your pie."

"Oh honeybear!" Mary pretends to complain.

"I bet Priscilla would like to watch," you tell her. "And I would love a piece of your pie." You lick your lips and watch your wife's face.

Mary looks a little skeptical, but as you walk along with her, hand in hand, you wonder what sorts of shenanigans the young folks have been up to here, and for how long it's been like this here. With the hearts and initials and anatomical carvings and even proud declarations of 1ST 3SOME YAHOO! and GOT HER BUTT CHERRY , it becomes more and more evident that this shady grove is practically a temple of joy of a particular sort, and has been so for many years.

Finally Mary consents to a little worship in the body, and leads you both in a brief prayer before lying back on the soft carpet of old dry leaves and letting you tug her mom jeans and panties off and roll them into a little pillow for under her butt.

Your wife's pussy looks delicious, hot, and ready for you to eat her pie right up.

You have 3 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

Rolls:
MAKE THEM BEG, 2d6+Hot(0), +1 Forward, -1 (two girls), +1 (Submissive, Mary), 5 + 1 = 6, Miss.
TELL HER (Mary), 2d6+Hot(0), +1 (Submissive): 8+1 = 9, on a 7-9, you'll have to sweet-talk her into going down on her.
FUCK HER (using EAT PUSSY): 2d6+Hot(0), +1 (Submissive), 12+1 = 13, on a 10+, choose 3 from:

• Mary cums (+1)
• You pleasure Mary's ass
• You make her like it (choose only if you chose anal, which Mary thinks is dirty)
• Take +1 forward
• She doesn't scream, pass out, or get you in trouble.​