“Hell, yes I want a blow job; I NEED a blow job.” Instantly, I knelt before him. “Whoa,” he drawled. “Stand up here where I can see those pr...tty panties.”I got back to my fit, adjusted my stance for better viewing and reach, bent at the waist and sucked his cock into my mouth. The foreskin was stretched tight, making it difficult to get my tongue into it or to skin it back. “Aw fuck,” he moaned as his cock slid down my throat. “I don’t get that too often.” His hands roamed the globes of my. He was happy to leave the car here and avoid the long drive back up north. He disconnected the car’s battery and put a full cover over the car which he thought was needed to keep both the dirt and salt in the air off the car.The flight he took to go back north was uneventful. He did have some nice memories of his time in Florida. He hoped Kerrie could arrange some layovers at O’Hare and they could continue their affair. Her being married was still somewhat of a concern to him but her wanting to. He kissed me deeply, his hot tongue filling my mouth.Once again he began exploring between my spread legs with his delicate fingers. I could not remember a time when a man had been so attentive to my needs, not even Victor.He continued to run his fingers in and out of my wet cunt and whispered to me how attracted he was to me and how he loved watching me walk around the dancing room that night. The more he talked, the wetter I became and I just instinctively spread my legs wider to take in. It was still warm, so I climbed up to my sandy spot, spread the towel, undressed and opened a beer. I sat there for awhile to let the beer take hold, and then lay down. When I closed my eyes I saw not my ex-wife’s lovely breasts, which I had never tired of admiring, nor did I remember the long slow fucks we used to have before we had kids, instead I saw Steve, quietly watching me. In my fantasy he didn’t move off as soon as he spotted me, but stood watching while I stroked myself. I had a.