There’s only a handful of people I've ever been here with. And you are one of them. The sun started playing hide and seek behind the clouds on the l...ng bumpy drive out here. We were hopeful of beating the weather and definitely not deterred by it.We park next to the river. A lot has changed here in the years that I have visited. They put in man-made docks and picnic benches, signs explaining how the site was formed, and the Indian legend passed down from my mom to me. Hanging Rock. It has. He pleasured himself for a while, then sat in a chair, pulling his torso down towards his crotch. For the first time, he could fit his wide dickhead into his mouth. He was sucking his own cock at last! He tongued all around the head, and could taste his own precum when it ran into his mouth. This made his mouth water, and some of his spit ran down his shaft. After licking at this ridge, he couldn't wait and started to stroke himself. In a minute, his pleasure started to climb and his. He nibbled on my lips and explored my mouth as we made out for what seemed like five minutes straight, never disconnecting from our lip lock. He ran his hands up and down my back before moving one to my little boobies.He found my left nipple and began to rub it gently while our tongues continued their dueling dance. I let out a soft moan as my nipple began to harden under his careful touch. He pulled away from our kiss and smiled at me lovingly.“Does that feel good Tiffany?” he asked. “Your. “Oh Jesus!” he gasped in reply.“And you’re on this ferry with your wife?”“Yes!”“And you still fuck her sometimes?”“Yes!”“And you want to burst your load in my hot, wet pussy?”Before he could answer, Mariann raised her body, turned around, just about keeping the end of Alan’s cock in her cunt, then lay, face up, full length on top of him. Erik moved to film up between their legs. Mariann put Alan’s hand flat on her pussy.“Slap her pussy, she loves it.”Alan did.“A little harder, yes, that’s it,.