Having past several small footpaths that led off into the surrounding countryside I decided on one that led to a small copse.It was nothing more than ... narrow footpath which meandered from the canal to a small wooded area nearby. Private enough for my needs.It was a beautiful sunny day and apart from the occasional walker and other cyclists, the towpath was deserted.I cycled along the footpath through overgrown grass and followed its occasional incline to a spot a few hundred yards from the. "I've created a monster," Dex complained in mock despair.The third weekend in October, Donna drove home, having found an acquaintance who graduated a couple of years earlier to accompany her and share the gas. After catching up with her parents, Donna hauled Dex down to the shower as the start of an intense night of catching up. They alternated tender periods of hugging and sharing with several sexual encounters.Cheryl knew this was concert weekend so Chris and Jenny would not be at breakfast.. . really... I didn't think..." What are you trying to say, that it didn't mean anything? It meant something to me."Quickly gathering my thoughts, I lamented, "Crap! Now I've got both of you mad at me." Shirley's not mad but I'll have to give it some thought. I may or I may not be mad." Marcy, what we did together means a lot to me. It really does. I'm glad to hear you say it means something to you, too," I said, trying to appease her."Don't sweet-talk me, Oldham. Its Shirley you need to talk. As I had my eyes open a crack I watched her put her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slowly take them down over my hips. I had no other choice but to let her know that I was awake then because the moan that came out of her mouth would have woken the dead. ‘mmmmm… OMG… Rach’ I moan. Her response is the grab my big cock once again and stroke it and ask me if I like it. ‘Oh baby yesssssss… don’t stop’ I say. She pulls herself up onto the couch as I spread my legs so that she can.