. and some stories on line...” She turned bright red. "OK, a lot of stories on line, but I know what a safe word is." So do I," said Sara softly. ..."My safe word is 'summertime.'" She smiled and added, "Summer is the opposite of winter. I don't really like hot weather."The Three J's laughed. "Summertime it is," said Julie. "As long as it is winter, things are OK, but if it turns to summer, it is time to stop."Joan added, "Then the logical 'slow down' word would be 'springtime.' If things. "Miss Cindy Long?" Uh ... yeah. Yes. That's me." Those were the first real words I'd spokenaloud in nearly two weeks, other than some vaguely crazed mumbling tomyself. My first words and they were weak and timorous. The sound of thatvoice, the softer tones and higher register--this girl's voice that rangfalse in my ears--was now mine. Cindy's voice. And the next words thattumbled reluctantly from my lips took me by surprise: "I'm Cindy Long."I made a vain attempt at brushing back my hair and. There wasn't much small talk between us at this point. We had similar thoughts and intentions. Before I continue with the details of that night, I want the readers to understand a few things. Nick, my husband, and I are madly in love with each other. We enjoy public sex, showing off and playing together with other women, but never guys or couples. I have never fully kissed or fucked another man in over thirty years. However, I love cock. I love to suck cock, and I am very good at it; ask Nick.. I told him where to park as we left the car outside of a gate. We grabbed his blanket and headed out through the grass as the car got further and further away. We got a good ways away and found ourselves right in the middle of the grassy field, right between the car and the lake that was there. He decided this would be far enough and me being so horny i agreed. He went ahead and laid down the blanket on the grass as we looked around to make sure we were the only ones. All the while I started to.