I could tell the instant I met them that they didn’t like or trust me around Nick. And who could really blame them. I’m a petite girl with blonde ...air and perky breasts - who would want that around their boyfriend all the time. But like all things of this nature, lines were bound to be crossed at some point. Perhaps if we were not habitually terrible at being in relationships, it never would have happened. One night, after about two bottles of red wine, Nick and I were doing our usual bitching. I felt him rise off the bed and position near my head. “Open,” he said as I felt the spongy head of his cock brush my lips.I opened my mouth and pulled tight on my restraints to give me more leverage to move my head up to meet the cock I had worshipped for the past six months. I took as much of his glans as I could. He assisted by slowly fucking my mouth. I loved pleasing him. His desire to give me some of the best orgasms of my life made me want to return his pleasure tenfold.The soft, smooth. Round and full, waiting to dump their load into me. I knew nothing about this man, and he never spoke, but we had been fucking for about 2 weeks now.He lived in a cabin in the woods away from the town, in the mountains.When I first encountered him, I had been aimlessly exploring the forest on the outskirts, and I decided to venture farther into the mountains. I had came across his cabin when I noticed a streak of smoke rising atop the trees.I knew there were mountain men around, but I never. With practiced ease she pulled off her helmet, settingher long blond hair free, allowing it to tumble down the middle of hertanned back. She kicked off her shoes then reached down and stripped offa pair of lycra jogging shorts. Walking out onto the boardwalk in herbikini, she waited for her friends, feeling the approving looks from thepassing men and women. As the last of the girls joined her, she casuallystrolled away, the posse following without a thought.The sun was deliciously warm, the.