He was a jock without doubt, but he was smart and funny. And confident and sure of himself. And also very attractive. Lean, but obviously well-muscled... I saw him out of the shower a few times and he had one impressive body; I hadn’t seen his equipment, but he had a beautiful ass. Talking with him over a few weeks of the road, I could tell he enjoyed our conversations and was relaxed in sharing his feelings and ideas as he came to know me. I appreciated him as a really nice guy, but I couldn’t. ” Wendy’s left arm rested on my right leg as she lick up my shaft. Her tongue circled the tip of my cock, which was almost purple at this point. She ran her tongue down, up and then put it in her mouth. I was in heaven! She continued to suck on my cock while sliding her hand up and down its length. Her right hand held my balls. Her eyes never closed as she stared at me. She wanted to watch me cum and, to make it happen, she was performing exceptionally. “Warn me before you cum. I want to be. And now she has chipped away my hold andI'm falling, and I don't know what to do.She takes a breath again, and probably peering even more deeply into myeyes than before, so deep I feel it everywhere, she continues, "Whetheryou accept it or not, whether you admit it to yourself, from what I cansee, you are very committed to it, it's part of who and what you are...andmaybe at times what you hope to be. And, Chris, it's all right with me.I understand."I begin trembling a little at that as I can. Way back when I first conceived the idea of flying from the ranch to Jesse’s to avoid an hour long drive over meandering Texas back roads, I tried—I really tried—to find the owner of the grassland on the other side of the barbed wire from Jesse’s. I wanted permission to land my Cessna on the property, but I could never find the woman the county tax records said owned the land. So I just went ahead and used the prairie as my personal make-do airfield and left the question of landing rights for.