I collected my mail and went upstairs to my apartment. I decided to wait a bit before calling Sandy, since she was probably still driving back to Poug...keepsie. I looked around the rooms in the apartment, and realized that there was still quite a bit of room for additional furniture. If we had a sleeper sofa in the living room, we would even be able to accommodate overnight guests. I wasn't enthusiastic about the idea of trying to find another place, especially one as nice as this at anywhere. His cock was getting harder and harder as my wife used her hands to bring his dick to life. He was almost completely hard, his cock sticking up from his lap, it was amazingly long and thick. There was a look of lustful concentration on my wife's face, her hands moving as fast as she could, jerking up and down the length of the man's cock, gripping it tightly. She couldn't take her eyes off his cock as it bounced in her hands, he couldn't take his eyes off my wife kneeling in front of him,. I pushed Casey's head down with my hands, wanting to feel more of that those talented lips around my throbbing member. By now, I was deep in her mouth and didn't release her head until I sent a large wad of cum down her throat.Casey eagerly drank down every shot of my hot cream before she licked my now-limp prick and kissed the tip.Pushing her back onto the bed, I ripped off her shorts and then dove down between Casey's thighs, eating her pussy until she screamed in orgasm and released her. “At one end of the spectrum,” Fleur explained, “Ecosexuals start with environmentally friendly sex products, though many then have a more physical relationship with nature; skinny dipping, hiking naked, that kind of thing.”“The other end of the spectrum?”“Oh,” Fleur whispered conspiratorially, “Being sexually active with nature; masturbated by waterfalls, fucking trees, or rolling in grass clippings and vegetable peelings having a compostgasm.”“My boss joked about tree rooters.”“Ecosexuality.