He then focused again on Irene and asked, ‘How do you know this, Irene? Are you staying in touch with Essi….with Esther?’ ‘Of course, John. Th...t’s a silly question. Esther is a dear friend. We talk at least once a week.’ Irene hesitated a moment then continued. ‘She doesn’t date, John. She hasn’t dated anyone since you two divorced. I just thought that you should know that,’ concluded Irene. Irene grimaced again when she saw his eyes turn cold. ‘Enough, Irene. Don’t meddle, I won’t put up with. ’ ‘Okay smarty pants, how would you classify me?’ ‘Where do I start? You’re obviously an intelligent man and when you get a bee under your bonnet about something you are very dogged in your pursuit of the truth even though it may take ages. You can string together two or more sentences so I’d say that you’re articulate even though you’ll disagree with that because of the limited size of your comfort zone and your fear of stepping outside that. You live on your but not from choice and you’re. He had such a perfect body, and his dick was amazing. Clean shaved, 8" long, and a head to die for. he waded in, and took a position beside me, thrusting his own dick into the mud."You gay, or Bi?" he asked me."Bi." Same. always had fantasy's of meeting someone here" he said, slowly moving his hand towards my ass. "I've always wanted to just fuck someone here in the mud, both on top, and bottom". His hand now just about in my asshole. "Sounds like fun" I said, and I too reached over to play. 5 inch cock, small but to my liking. He did the same to me revealing my 6.5 inch cock. His eyes widened and he turned around , now only in his socks and moved his mouth to my dick and put his dick toward my mouth. We both sucked each others dicks for sometime . He and I both moved our tongues around each other glands and soon I could feel his head starting to bulge. He was getting ready to cum . He both were moaning loudly he then without any notice cummed right into my mouth. His warm sweet.