We did all the normal stuff seventeen-year-old boys would do, including spying on the nude babes on the beach. We spent a lot of time at the beach, bu... even for us, that wore thin. We had been looking for a new adventure and decided to take a snorkeling trip. It took a little convincing to his mom, but she signed off on the trip. We planned it out for the first Saturday we could get booked on. Luckily, we only had to wait a week.Saturday morning finally came and we were jolly on the spot at the. The Marlasmiling at me still was a pretty girl, and I was proud and grateful thatshe was my wife. 5'3" in the flats she now wore, the 125 pounds werewell-distributed over her toned body. The attractively-styled short hairwas a rich dark brown, tinted to conceal a bit of gray. Her pretty aquaeyes danced, and I felt again how much sheer fun it was to be with thiswoman, a joy that never had disappeared despite thirty years together--years full of some bad times but never times when either of us. ”After I hung up, I was once again assured and impressed that all of my girls, every one of them, were smarter than the average bear.I say that, because had I been in the spot that Beth was, I probably would have made the wrong choice between the two scenarios.So, with that being said, please pardon my bragging for a moment, but I just have to say that I absolutely love having more than my fair share of “Brainiacs” in my “Family”!Now, we can get back to the story.I knew that in just a few short. After you collapse onto me, I take you into my arms like a weary c***d and rock you slowly while you recover, stroking your long silky hair when you pull your arms into your chest. I lean down after a little bit and kiss you passionately briefly before pulling away.That's a good girl I say.Your hand moves down and fingers start slowly tracing my still pulsing cock between us. It responds with a swell of my flared head. Scootching a little further back and down so that you are nose to pricked.