Maybe spring was coming. Spring always came late to the mountains I reminded myself.When 'X' arrived without a word we began to run along the well wor... path up the mountain. Then we ran around the top. Then back down to the compound. If it had all been up hill, I would have made it even less of the way before falling out. I did manage to get all the way to the top, but couldn't keep up going around the top of the old worn down mountain, or make it on the run down.I was always amazed that some. That is when your name came up most, when we talked about some of those times and how I dealt with them.” “Mrs. Patron, in her usual prescient way, seemed to know that just getting my thoughts out in the open would help me cope. She was correct. After talking for a half hour or so we had a final after dinner drink and went to bed. Talking helped just as you and I talking this morning helped. We will have to keep talking.” Mrs. Patron picked up the thread. “Once again, my dear, your husband, who. .. I ... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH,” she let out a long groan of pleasure as her orgasm swept over her. She rocked herself down hard against my face as she bucked and twitched through her climax. I swirled my tongue all around her engorged clit as she bounced and shook on my face. Her hot smooth inner thighs gripped the sides of my face tightly as she rode out a shattering release. I felt a wash of her discharge slip out to cover my chin and I released her sensitive clit and lapped downwards to capture. I could see clear sticky juice dripping out of her now and my prick was hard as a rock. I stood up on the floor now and grabbed her bringing her to the edge of the bed. I was spanking her and looking at her dripping pussy now after each slap. I was getting myself closer to her because at just the right moment I was going to open her and bury my young manhood as deep as I could inside her without warning. I was spitting on my free hand and getting it ready to slide into her as I was slapping and.