These bridge tenders can be seen laughing their asses off and generally having a fine ole time as they watch weekend warriors and old farts scrambling...around and cussing while trying to save their boats. For want of a better word I’ve taken to calling these bridge-tenders ‘Bubba’ — and I mean no slight to people so named. Rather, there seems to be a mean-spiritedness to the actions of these crimson vertebrae’d fellas that seems uniquely Southern. I feel it necessary to add that I am myself a. From there we began to fantasize about the stories as foreplay in our bedroom. I would read one aloud that I found exciting, and then she would read one that she liked.Reading stories to each other was a major turning point in our marriage! We discovered what was to become our favorite fantasy topic, and an entire genre of stories previously unknown to us, wives picking up strangers for sex; often in hotel bars and nightclubs with their husbands watching discreetly from somewhere in the bar. With her other hand she grabbed my ball sack and gently massaged them. I knew I was not going to last much longer. I said “Ronnie?” “Yes Tommy what is it she said as my dick was in her mouth.” “You better stop that” I said. “Why Hon” she asked. Than went back to blowing. “I’m going to cum Ronnie” She didn’t say a word. As a matter of fact she started sucking me harder. I was raising my hips and sticking my cock deeper into her mouth. She was pumping the base of my dick with her hand. You begin to spasm, and shake as I bring you closer and closer to climax. Your hands press down on my head, forcing my tongue deeper inside of you. I lick, suck, and slurp at your wetness, and I spread your legs to open more of yourself to me. Soon your screaming and wave after wave of passion you explode your juices all over my face. Having you cum on me builds up my desire for you, and as your body is calming down I move up, and begin to softly caress your beautiful body. Your breathing is.