He tasted sweet as candy. My hands started to slowly roam across his body, much to Scott’s excitement. He grabbed hold of my hand and put it up his...shirt. I was amazed, the class clown has a six pack! I ran my fingers across his smooth abs. I was in heaven. My hand dropped lower, I looked to his eyes for permission to continue. He gave the smallest of nods and my hand reached his trousers. I could see he was aroused, he’d got his bulge again. Gently I began to stroke it through the strained. My wife and I exchanged a glance at each other and we were equally uncomfortable with this situation.He said we should not have gone off the trail, because wild life regulations were kind a strict. But he saw we were just making out, and not destroying anything, so he would be mild. While telling all that he got his cock out of his pants and started playing with it. He sat down on a tree log only 3 meters from us with his dog next to him. Clearly a well-trained dog obeying every command. There was a pillow to support her ass and Seth was applying a liberal coating of a special love cream that he and my bride had concocted from different lubricants, hot "love" creams and a little desensitizer mixed in and created to make her asshole and his throbbing cock fit together like a "hand in a glove". She was moaning, thrusting her ass and begging him to fuck her while he slowly applied the cream to her upturned rosebud and worked it into her with a vibrating dildo! Just before he. Simple and easily disguised. So that left only one question: who was she calling?My cell phone number had been with me for almost twenty years. I had begun with one of the old in-car units with the transmitter/receiver in the trunk and the coil-cord and handset mounted on the transmission tunnel. From there it was a flip-phone next before the third generation phones replaced any need for bulky, cumbersome units. I had maintained the same phone number the entire time and it was similar to a.