Maggie put her t-shirt back on, pulled her shorts up, and helped me with mine as we were now approaching more traffic. There was only twenty miles to ...o and we would be at the canoe rental place soon.As I looked over, I noticed a tear run down her cheek. Before I could say anything, Maggie told me that she never did anything like this before. She said that when we first met on the train a month ago that she decided she was going to fulfill her sexual desires. Which explained her behavior at the. I’m fascinated as I watch his limp dick stretch and spring to life right in front of me. This power I have is exhilarating. I start to move towards him, but he stops me. “I want to look at you for a bit. Will you just do what I tell you to do?” I nod, enjoying the game. Rick lounges against the headboard, adjusting pillows behind him. “I want to see you lose the robe, but really, really slowly.” He grabs his dick in his hand and starts to massage it as he’s watching me. I undo the belt on my. Now it was getting hard while Jocelyn stood two feet away from me, towering above me in a pair of cutoffs and a skinny halter top so I could see her whole body practically. She was like a Goddess or something and I felt tiny as I sat there naked from the waist down, wondering if she'd get really pissed if I covered my growing erection back up with my hands."What are you looking at, Chrissy?" Jocelyn stared down at me and I closed my eyes. "Your little dick's getting hard again, huh?" N-Nothing,. "I could have poured myself a drink. It was late enough in the morning butI didn't want to give the wrong impression. Why should I explain that itwasn't my need for a drink but rather my need to wash the bad taste of myvisitor out of my mouth?"Must be awful hard on a devoted wife like you." I walked across theroom and picked up the genuine American League baseball, autographed bysomebody who must have done pretty good. Better than I was doing now,anyway. The ink was too faded to read. I was.