Kiss her left butt-cheek

You lean forward, embarrassed, and gingerly give her left cheek a quick peck before sitting up again.

"Hey!" Sarah protests, "Thirty seconds! Keep going!"

Blushing, and trying to ignore the angry glare of her daughter and the laughter of her husband and assorted onlookers, you pepper the MILF's ass cheeks with a barrage of light little kisses for half a minute.

As the announcer announces that the time is up, Sarah straightens and lets go of her dress. I glides down over her ass and legs, and she once again looks the model of a sophisticated middle class woman. Eyes sparkling, she winks at you, making you blush even harder, then bounds over to her husband, grabs him, and whispers something into his ear that makes his glasses steam up.

"Um, Georgia, me and your mother are going to go home now," he says to his daughter as his wife rubs against him, "You stay here at the Fair for uh, well, just stay here at the fair for a few hours okay?"

Georgia, the daughter, tuts, folds her arms across her chest beneath her meager breasts and rolls her eyes as her parents hurry off. As they vanish into the crowd the skinny sullen teen shifts her gaze towards you, giving you a glare cold enough to make ice cream, apparently holding you responsible for doing her the enormous embarrassment of reminding her that her parents have a sex life. Maybe it's time to move elsewhere in the fair - and avoid Georgia as you do so.

The arm wrestling organizer girl taps you on the shoulder, and you realize you're still sitting at the table.

"Hey, move along if you're not wanting to play again," she tells you.