With my free hand I sought my own crotch and my own pleasure point, frigging myself now I had the implement of desire halfway down my throat.My eyes c...osed I concentrated on my own impending release, as I knew once he blew his entire wad down my throat, he was more than likely to disappear and leave me frustrated, so I rubbed and tweaked my little man in his boat, until I was on the verge of exploding, then I realized to my horror, another cock was aimed right at my cunt, I throat fucked and. We worked well together as a team and had lots of fun. It was long hot hours and we sometimes snipped at each other, but at the end of the day we were always holding each other and smiling. Sandy’s and my showers together afterwards were especially fun. I love it when my girl smells like a french fry but getting to clean my wife’s nook and cranny is fanfuckintastic. It would take a couple of weeks to put my plan in effect. In the mean time it was kind of cool around our house. Sandy hasn’t put. Hugging the scraggly line of bushes, taking whatever cover I could, I hauled ass until I reached the porch, at which point I slowed right down.Keeping to the shadows, I ducked up to the window and risked a peek inside.In layout, the cabin was similar to mine, sparse but kinda homey. The bed was made up with a colourful patchwork quilt, a couple of brown leather weekender bags sat at its foot.Slipping inside the open door, I looked further into the main living space before deciding it was clear. Besides, it hits too close too home.Did I tell you that PJ and I were both smokers? That she smoked as a teen, but I didn't take it up until I was twenty? That and coffee were two of the nasty habits I picked up in the Navy.What I probably didn't mention was that I had seen a therapist about quitting. Well, PJ had seen therapists on and off for years, for depression (this was long before she was diagnosed as a multiple). I went with her occasionally, when one therapist or another needed to meet.