I told her in a couple of years she would gladly have a big cock stuck into her. “M”and “L” both shook their heads and said “I Don’t Think...So”. While this conversation was going on I was just sitting on the tree root with my cock pointing straight at them. I would make it jump up and down every so often. It was strange; it was like they were talking to my cock and not me. Whenever I made it jump they would stop talking and stare at it as if waiting for my cock to do something else.After. Devon’s arms go under my shoulders and his hands come up and cradle the back of my head. He pumps away in full strides. I am spent and just collapse under him. Devon pounds away and finally cums deep into my pussy. He kisses my cheek and climbs off me. I lie on the bed unable to move. I am exhausted and satisfied beyond belief. I move my hands over my body mixing my sweat, their sweat and their cum and spreading it over my tits and belly. Devon goes and collapses into the chair that my husband. I used to like the odd toke when I was at College."Tom looked around asking, "Where's my bag Lynn?" Then he saw it on the floor next to the chair and reached for it, crying, "Ahhh!"Next Morning Tom woke up at home feeling decidedly nervous about the previous evening. He was up fairly early, suffering from all the wine they had drank the night before. The cure was painful, a hard forty-minute run, a bottle of Lucozade, and a shower. After a light breakfast he shoved a Rush CD in to his CD ROM. ”We lay there for a while and she said, “So.”“So.”She smiled, “So.” After a pause she continued, “So anyway, I have no idea if he’ll ever want me again. In Japan…well, we have old superstitions that…so, I had cancer. Ovarian. This,” and she pointed to what I had thought an appendectomy scar. “I was so damn lucky we caught it so early. A routine total checkup, and I’d had…well, early on it’s like IBS, you know. But I had read…well, and had them check…So it was caught about as early as possible.