I tried to explain it to her, but I ended up telling her that someday she would understand."Are you still having your party nights Peter? You are up h...re on a Saturday night." Not as often. Things have changed since May when we were up here. June and I have grown closer together and I do not need the visual stimulation as much. Thinking about June and me having sex in front of you and Ruthie has been stimulation enough. The parties continue, because I still feel that it is a safe sexual outlet. My cock jumps in the excitement its almost arrived, but my hand ceases, my breath heavy and a slow moan escapes. I don't want to stop, I want to spring forth with all I can and cum everywhere. I want to feel the orgasm explode from me as it did with you many times before. The cool air feels nice against my naked body. But the game has just began. Time for the next act in the play of my own erotic game. Standing up, my cock is bouncing, a vein along the side pulses as it bobs a little dance of. .kitten.....kitten....ahh....I couldn't help but lie put a few fingers in my throbbing core to ease myself.I was furiously rubbing myself and my pussy was literally dripping juices. I didn't realise when I sat on the bed, but I did.I was rubbing, pinching my now swollen and pink pussy. As i thought about him and his hard cock throbbing in his hand looking at me, I mauled and mutiliated my clit. My vision was starting to blur and I started screaming and rode out my orgasm thinking about my. ”“This one does pretty good for being older than Bill,” I posed. “Quite nice.”She is. Trimmed up, the old girl holds her altitude, the engine grumbles in a steady roar, and the miles pass down below us.We started our descent, called Mister Russ on a cellphone, started looking for the airstrip. According to Google Maps, it’s just a strip of grass alongside a farm path, a few chicken sheds nearby as landmarks.There it is. Facilities? None whatsoever. A quick look at weather on the iPad has us.