I realized that I can’t go any longer without telling you I love you. Not simply as a friend. As a man loves a woman, as a lover.’ I was floored. ... hadn’t expected that. I sat there, shaking, emotions that had been suppressed hitting me like a ton of bricks, and I couldn’t stop it. I loved him, and it was just hitting me, full force. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him what I was feeling, but nothing came out. I felt tears roll down my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I just. Then he stops. I wine and pout in protest. "Not fair." I complain. He looks at me and smiles happily. "You'll just have ta wait, ya insatiable thing. Come on. We got to get down this hill before sunset."Getting up he climbs back into his cloths. And I watch him put his hard cock away and pout a little. My husband will be down at the bottom of the mountain in a short while waiting for us so we can set up tent for the night. He's said he has a surprise for me, but he wouldn't tell me what, but. She was on her stomach on a chaise. Once again, Tom caught his breath. Totally nude and glistening, Paisley was stretched out, sunning herself. No tan lines were visible. He snuck up to her side without her noticing him as her eyes were closed and white ear pods were visible as her hair was in a ponytail. She looked stunning. Tom’s cock stirred.A hand stroked her back. Paisley stirred and opened her eyes. Rolling over, she smiled and said, “How is it going, stud?” Her brown eyes sparkled.Tom. He really had to create some quality time with Becky… *** At seven thirty in the morning, Eduardo Dias glanced out of the paned front windows as he opened his small café. He was late. Katie had sat in her car for a good ten minutes, trying to convince herself not to go through with this. In the end, she couldn’t stop herself. She’d sucked three cocks in her masturbatory fantasy that had lasted most of last night. They belonged to Brian Sterling, Alistair Brinkley-Jones, and the sixty-year-old.