But thank you again for talking with me first. Once you’ve spoken to Col and Frau Schmidt, please could you also tell Frau Schmidt that I’d like t... talk to her as well? But only after you’ve told them. OK?”I looked at her, trying to understand why she wanted this.“It’s nothing bad – well nothing bad about you. But I feel I need to speak to her about this as an adult.”“OK.” I realised I sounded a bit grudging. “If that’s what you want me to do.”“She’s becoming important in your life, isn’t. It was a Saturday morning as Susan and I were sitting on the couch enjoying a cup of coffee while Kimberly was playing with her six-month-old son. The date had gone quite well as we spent half the night in her bed naked and exploring each other with great passion.It was that first meeting with Kimberly that set the tone for our relationship. Kimberly walked down the steps with her son in her arms, wearing a tank-top with no bra and very short-shorts. After setting her son on the floor,. His eyes trekked further south, closer to where the creek branched and even further from the nearest camping ground. There! His eyes quickly spied the sinuous orange movement of a fire. Camping equipment laid helter-skelter about the small clearing, as if the owners had just begun to set up their campground. Next to the crackling fire – not very safely made, he noted with a smile – he could see the telltale marks of a little mischievous outdoor entertainment. An open wine bottle, two glasses. To better my control I move both of my hands around him, placing them on his firm ass. As I do, I feel his hand on the top of my head, his fingers beginning to run through my hair as I begin sliding my mouth back and forth along his hard cock.I feel his other hand reach my head as well. Slowly he begins to guide my head, thrusting his hips a little as he does. Cam starts to pick up the pace, a small moan escaping from him. As he pushes my head a little more, his warm cock slides across my.