The project was shelved immediately.Mort McDonald was not one to let such a golden opportunity pass. Not with the beady-eyed hawk of a wife always sus...icious of where he was going and why. With time on his hands, he'd combed his salt-and-pepper hair and waxed his pencil-thin mustache and with the instincts of a predatory lion, went on the prowl. But oddly, the women he'd been fucking in the past didn't interest him any more--the fun was in the chase, and he'd downed them so many times before. 'Fuck man, you're gorgeous' I muttered.I slid my hand down his body reaching his hard cut cock. It was weird but nice. The previous night I had slid my hand down the body of someone else and had encountered a pussy. I think I preferred the cock, especially his cock. Jason slid down under the bed covers taking my erect cock into his mouth. For someone supposedly so religious and straight he was doing all the running and I let him. It felt so good as he ate my cock like a professional. I moaned. Her features were sharp and defined maybe slightly boyish too, but there was no denying her beauty. There was an additional pic showing off her curvaceous body as well. She looked damn good, and her chunky figure begged me for a railing. She seemed pleased with my photo and we continued speaking all night. The simple cheap thrill of talking to her got me off, and I spilled a huge load just thinking about her spread legs as she completed the track on another flume run. I suppose our chats. ’ Of course, her body didn’t buy that attitude. She backed off on the kisses, back to not more than 5 minutes at a time, not too much French, and only a little bit of handling those pretties up top, mister. Then, Logan pointed out he had been on the edge of his seat with her of late. ‘In fact,’ Logan added, ‘if we take it slow and careful, it might work out. That would be nice,’ he added as understatement. This particular day was quite warm and gentle between them with Logan pulling her to him,.