His back arched and he shot into my throat streams of cum.I have to admit I was impressed that he didn’t even falter in his speech. I had not been t...ld to stop, so I kept sucking. He only went partially limp before I breathed life back into his rod.I had to smile at his audacity. He kept talking like a loving husband who missed his wife the whole time I was sucking his cock. Then he snapped his fingers again and indicated for me to stand up.He pointed to the bed and silently whispered on your. She sat up and pulled her shift down. Overripe was the only word I can think of to describe her, eager and overripe.The preacher's plump young wife had been a bonus to my second job as a man free of military constraints. He was a Baptist or a Methodist or some such fractious dissembler, a small man in a dark suit who wore white shirts and a floppy hat and rode the circuit every week which gave me and his strumpet of a wife plenty of time to get acquainted and test the mettle of the preacher's. Beyond the dunes, pine forest and the only escape from the sun unless you’d taken your own shade. We passed several couples, one in particular caught our attention. A guy in his mid fifties, balding and a mat of thick grey-white hair down his chest and belly and a drain pipe of a cock. Completely bronzed all over. His companion, a fair haired lady I would put at least ten years his junior, lay on her tummy beside him, propped up on her forearms reading. Nice bum, smooth pussy too. I put our. "So I guess I better help you get finished, so you can have that drink!" she said before she plunged the sponge into the bucket of soapy water and then turning to my car reached right over the top and began scrubbing the roof.I watched her large round pert breasts covered by the very flimsy black material, push up against my windows as she reached over, and as she pushed the sponge around, I watched the soapy water begin to run down from the roof and wet her bikini top."Oh! I need more.