I’m a cynic nowadays and I would only quietly admit to myself that I’m crazy about you, you would still know of course, but it would only be my ey...s that betrayed me and maybe I would cling to you a little bit too long after an orgasm, nothing too obvious. I can’t call it love making because the term makes me want to bite off my own tongue, I don’t however want to call it “Fucking” either because a fuck is cheap, any day of the week you can get one and it leaves a nasty taste like the hangover. You stroke my cock slow and rub the tip over your nipples making them shine with the juices left from a few moments before. You hover over my cock and drop some spit into your hand then firmly grasp my very hard cock. You continue to stroke and watch as I lay back to enjoy a good pumping. You lean over and lick the head before you roll your palm over it in a slow circle. You grab the base of my cock and short stroke me pumping blood to the tip making it turn an intense purple. . I close my eyes. As the truck bounded across another cattle crossing, a late model red mustang convertible came into view parked to the side of the path, top down and empty. He stopped to see if he could find any sign of the occupant or occupants. This was not an every day occurrence, no more that 20 or so vehicles ever used than road a year, and most of that traffic would be found during hunting season. Everything seemed in order, neat and clean, except for a crumpled up receipt for a bottle of Chardonnay and. I nodded yes. Margy and I often fantasized about a black cock to share.She had his gown off in an instant and spun him around. “Oh Randy Randy, I am sorry but I have to do this” then dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around the head of his big black prick, she had both hands wrapped around it and her mouth as she sucked.“Oh my God” Randy yelled“Its okay man, just enjoy it she is very good I can tell you”I moved closer my left hand stroking my wife’s head as she sucked and the other.