" Carol said as she shuffled back to the house with me right behind her. The next morning she was in the kitchen and never said a word about me fuckin... her the night before. I wondered if she for got or was drunker than I thought and does not remember, any way it was good and not awkward. After that I got to thinking about older women, I mean Carol felt as good as my girlfriend and I did not have to rubber up plus there was none of the drama that goes with the girls my age. I started to pay. He felt as if she had deliberately thwarted him. ‘I’m not very clean,’ he blurted out. ‘All the better, in this instance. Both of you must learn to cope with such an eventuality.’ He draped himself over the back of the couch. Brian’s cock was not tapered like the dildo. It was slimmer, perhaps even a bit longer. There were no caresses, not a hint of foreplay. He was lying there, waiting for something to happen, and the next instant, that skinny cock was lancing into him, defying any resistance.. We were equipped with the latest digital cameras and two high-def movie cameras to record what was to be a delightful honeymoon in an exotic setting. Alan was an expert photographer, almost professional in ability, so we intended to have a full record of our activities to enjoy for years. We loved walking the beach, our feet in the clear water, me wearing the shockingly brief bikini bathing suit with which I had planned to keep Alan’s juices flowing and his cock hard. Ah, the best laid plans –. “Come to me. I will wash you.” I said religiously. I dunked a flannel in warm soapy water and lathered him up as best as I could. I tenderly washed his cock and balls and then wrapped my hand around his shaft gently masturbating him. He was fit and ready. His pretty dick became splendidly erect. I sloshed the flannel in the water again and extended my arm out between his legs and began to wash his buttocks.“Oh…” He murmured surprised.“Turn around Tom.”I instructed calmly but with authority. The.