I found that the more semen he released, the farther I could take him down my throat. I kept celebrating the moment even as it was happening. I had Ji... where I wanted him in every sense of the word. I stopped just long enough to say, "God I love the taste of your cock oozing cum into my mouth you sexy fucking stud." His dick throbbed wildly at that same moment offering his full support of our wicked behavior. I was so lost in the moment that my wife could have walked in on us then and I would. . God, how she hated putting on airs of superiority and having to wear those damnable conservative costumes. She even hated the cutoffs and tee shirt she normally wore in the garden. What Cheryl really wanted was the freedom from society's norms that said she had to hide her body, to be able display it to anyone who wanted to see it. There's nothing wrong with anyone's body, she thought to herself. Hell, everyone has one. But she knew it was more, much more, than simply nudity that she. The sun was fierce by now, and we were sweating even though the horses were doing all of the work. I removed my Beret and tucked it in my belt before accepting the hat from her. It did create a little shade for my face and shoulders. The inner structure, which held the straw exterior shape and also held the hat on one's head, was of woven bamboo. It was designed so that the hat was held off the wearer's head and this created an air space so that air could circulate around the head and keep the. She locked the car, hurried up the walkway and opened the door, dropping her keys on the side table as always and stopped in her tracks. Was that … a noise? She set her purse and the flowers down, her head cocked to the side as she listened for and heard the muffled noises again. ‘Jean?’ Her call got no answer and she crept up the stairs, almost afraid to continue. She’d read about what happened to people who arrived home to find their house being burglarized. Maybe she should just call the.