One way I guess headed down to the beach, I took the other. I walked another fifteen minutes before coming to a clearing by a small river. It was a st...nning location with its tiny pebbled and sandy shore, crystal clear slow running water and beautiful forest surrounds. I explored the area before stretching out my large beach towel, applying suntan lotion all over and opening my book. After an hour in the sun I went down to the water for a well deserved swim. I dried off in the sun again before. He told me she was still in her make-up and dress from the shoot, and she was looking better than he had ever remembered. As we entered Harry’s apartment, he introduced me to Rachel, and I uttered a weak hello in her direction, as I busied myself with taking off my winter coat. As Harry walked our coats to the closet, I turned toward Rachel, and my jaw dropped down to my chest. She was sitting on the couch with her legs folded sideways in front of her body. Her slinky black dress had ridden up. I basked in the smells singeing skin and found pleasure in the gut wrenching pain. I suppose I have him to thank for this epiphany, but if you knew our relationship you would understand the difficulty of my saying he has done anything right, even if unintentional. He is, most simply put, an asshole. I’ll expand on that in a moment. By the end, you will know all that I have discovered about this man child that has actually been significant in my life, unbeknownst to me until now. I like sex. I. This was truly feeling wonderful for both of us; I was as excited to BE blowing him as I imagined at the moment that he must be, to have me doing so.I began to increase my strokes, relishing in the feeling of his buttery-soft cock sliding back along my tongue and working in a hand around the base of his shaft, slowly beginning to simultaneously masturbate him as I enjoyed in the feeling of his FULLNESS in my mouth and throat. I looked up at him, and as I saw his eyes roll back some, and I began.