He suggested that maybe would could begin by doing something we had discussed beforehand. So she and I began sixty-nining while he positioned himself ...ith his bulbous head poised to enter her growing ever wetter pussy. From my vantage point I could see him press his glans against her opening- sliding it up and down gently spreading her lips and then little by little his shaft disappeared into her. She cried out as he buried it to the hilt. He held it there momentarily balls deep in my wife’s. I slid under a branch and found myself standing on a trail that went over the ridge. By the looks of it, the only ones using it were wild horses. If a wild horse could travel it, so could we.We sat down and made coffee while we talked it over. In the end neither of us favored backtrackin’, so we eased our animals around the branch. We tried not to disturb things too much because the last thing we were lookin’ for right then was company.It was steep and downright scary in a couple of places but. Unsure of what to say, I laid back against my bed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking of the best answer. “Just laying here,” I answered, wondering why it was so hard just to come up with three simple words that were the truth to begin with. “Yeah,” he said quietly, “same here.” “Cool,” I responded, hoping that he would take more control of the conversation because I was at a complete loss of words. “You all ready for bed,” he asked. “Yeah,” I said with a small nervous laugh, “It is ten. So I decided to take it easy and I sat in the chair adjacent to him and started to flip through the tv channels. It wasn’t long I noticed Mikey’s hands were underneath the blanket. I just kinda looked for a few minutes out of the corner of my eye. Was he trying to masturbate? I know he’s a teenage boy but my goodness he just had surgery! Well, I couldn’t stand it anymore. So I asked what he was doing. He blushed and said nothing. Well the mom in me starting lecturing on how he needed to.