After about 10 minutes of persistent sucking on the head of his throbbing cock (and a decent speed wanking) I heard his breathing quicken and I notice... his legs start to tense. He grabbed onto the bed sheets and I sucked for all I could muster. I felt the first stream of cum hit the back of my throat so I buried his cock as deep as I could manage into my throat. I took every drop of his cum and swallowed every bit. I then spent a few more minutes licking his cock top to bottom again. As it. "Well . . ," he began, almost whining. I'd heard that tone of voice from my own son often enough to know what was coming and even in my own current 'tizzy' I still had the presence of mind to head him off. "We are still going to do this!" I told him emphatically and glared up at him. Surprisingly, he didn't even complain, mumbling a soft, "Okay," at my sharp words. We resumed our attempt at a dancing lesson. Benjamin remained a bit stiff and reluctant to move, but after two or three minutes of. She was a little embarrassed, but she said ‘Sorry, but it turned me on!’ I asked her if she had ever done it with her husband, and she laughed and said, ‘He would never do anything interesting like that. He would refuse if I asked him to, and probably think that I had become a slut.’ I said that I had never done anal either, and I was not about to, although my husband was horny as a hound dog and would probably do just about anything. We finished up that day just surfing sites with women’s. What small villages and hamlets that were here were in the low hills. Somewhat less formidable than the endless maze of hills and ravines in the Sparine peninsula, but rough enough to discourage cart and wagon traffic. The mountains beyond were even more remote seeming, and the people spread even more thinly. Small stone cottages could be seen here and there in or near the valleys that cut through the high slopes, but not many.We took an extended ride, an excursion really, into the mountains..