"I guess we'd better go do it." Nothing else to do," she agreed. "At least we've worked out what we're going to do. There's no point in talking it ove... any more, just play it like it comes and hope it works out for the best. If we wind up winning the bid, we win it, with all that means. If we don't win, we can start looking for a motor home to take out west, so I guess we win there, too." Right, we come out of it winning something," he agreed. "I'm still not sure whether I really want to win it. “Mmm” he moaned, “do that again.”I just stared at it. He could see sweat building up on my forehead. “Come on, just a little bit.”I reached up and cupped his balls. He leaned a little closer as my hand gripped his hard meat. “Yeah - mmm - yeah”, with a softer deeper tone in his voice this time. He knew he had my attention. “Come on suck it. You can do it. I just need to feel something warm and wet.”I let go.“No,” he said disappointed. “Hold it some more! Come on. It wants you to hold it.” Like. I am not a pervert type & even that event make this journey all the more romantic for me. She was complaining about how air conditioning of these trains won’t let one sleep, I was just wondering is it an excuse she’s giving for the time we both enjoying & stealing it from the night. Then it felt as if the train stopped, I looked outside the window, we were stranded on a bridge over a moonlight river (I am not adding this with my imagination). The scene was serene to say the least. When she saw. After giving her a few minutes, Michael walked down the hall and quietly opened the door and entered the bedroom. He found Michelle lying in his favorite position on the bed. Michael had always loved Michelle's very rounded butt and found it to be her sexiest asset. It had always turned him on immensely. After all these years she was now quite aware that it turned him on and would try to make sure that, at least on some occasions, she'd let him see and feel it, and play with it all he wanted..