He was not in love with her but knew this was the most he had ever wanted a woman in all his life. It was not his intentions to ruin her marriage he j...st wanted her in his arms, at least one time. He waited a couple of days then he called her to see if she had changed her mind yet, she giggled and told him no and that she was still happily married. He told her he was not trying to steel her, just buy her a couple of drinks, she still said “no.” Every couple of days he repeated this routine,. This was getting really weird. ‘I can see that, do you take me for a fool? What I mean is what are you doing prospecting on this property?’ ‘I have a permit to prospect along this creek to the headwaters.’ I took the permit from my pocket and handed it to her. There was a puzzled look on her face that had nothing to do with the permit. ‘That looks to be okay. Do I know you?’ ‘I shouldn’t think so, I’ve never been here before, at least I don’t think so.’ She looked at the permit again. ‘Peter. I took his beautiful glans in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it then applied some suction and drew him all the way in. As he stretched my mouth out I could both smell and taste the Irish Spring and a little sweat. My lips and nose nestled in to his course pubes and I took his manhood all the way in. I could feel his balls slap on my chin as I drew him in. He put has hands behind my head and gently but firmly guided my head as we settled in to a rhythm of sliding his manhood in and out of. My core fetish, adult breastfeeding, has found devotion to her. If life were truly fair, I could , each night, in devotion, kneel in front of her ( not as a slave, have never truly been a sub), but in devotion, in excited need, with my eves showing my sexual hunger for her swollen nipples, my pulse and breath racing to heart attack proportion, at the sight of Tina, standing over me, wearing a black french cut bra, her white cleavage making my vision swim, her slight, sweet smile showing how.