..i whisper" i love feeling your big fucking cock inside me !! "as i sit with my ass pressed against your thighsjust rocking my hips very slowly 4ward...& backfeeling your pulsating pole stirring my insides...when i finally start 2 lift my ass slowly up & downyour hands slide 2 the back of my trembling thighsgripping them tightly just below my quivering asssetting the pace & helping me 2 keep my balance...my cock if flopping up & down with each strokesplattering pre-cum all over my belly &. ’ We exchanged a quick glance and I looked around the room. It looked like it used to be an old hunting cabin. There were two sets of bunk beds, with worn mattresses, and an old wood stove. The silence had grown awkward. I looked at her. ‘Thanks,’ I said. ‘For showing me this place.’ She nodded. ‘Of course.’ She looked at me for a moment and then came toward me. ‘So… What’s wrong? With you, I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Nothing. I’m fine.’ I turned around and walked out onto the old porch of the cabin. . I feel his impending orgasm and take him as far back in my mouth as I can just as he starts shooting his load. I swallow it all and pull away from him. I wipe a small drop of cum from my lip and smile at him as I stand up. "You're fucking incredible. Do you know that?" he asks and I laugh. "Here." I say and hand him my shampoo,"We're gunna be late." I start conditioning my hair and he starts washing his. We share the water, bumping into each other occasionally. I wash the soap from my body as. We did everything together. Every day he was free was a new exploration, and every night was a honeymoon.Amazingly, when Ron graduated from his class he got assigned to the school as an instructor, and we settled into semi-permanent life in The Second City, the most amazing place I have ever lived.We got two secondhand bicycles, and rode them everywhere in good weather: five miles to the Quaker Meeting House and the Co-op, twelve miles up along the lake shore, ten miles back home from the Near.