My wife leaned over and stroked my hard dick. She whispered in my ear, "I really enjoyed that." She then kissed me full on the lips, tonguing me. Th...re was some liquid now in my mouth and it tasted funny. What has my wife drunk to spit in my mouth? This made me so horny. Yes, she was good at acting. She returned to our bed to get fucked. I knew it was not real. No guy could get hard again that quick, could they? She started to moan and I envisioned her slapping her leg to make the sound like. "Sorry to trouble you Jan but can you tell me where the stopcock is please? The kitchen tap is running slow". "Shall I come in to show you?" I asked. "Oh yes that would be good" Greg replied. So I showed him where it was. He offered to make me a drink which I accepted. Sitting at the kitchen table he explained that he and Joe were only renting the house as the company they worked for had opened a London office and they were helping setting it up and that Joe was in the office as we spoke. After. When he awoke, it was to the sight of Pamela tucking a throw blanket around him. He stared at her as she worked, not noticing he was awake. When she turned to leave, he stopped her. His hand wrapped around her wrist and he held her for a moment. He said nothing, just watched her turn to face him and stare down into his blue eyes. They both felt it. He'd stake his life on it. His cock started to rise and his lips parted. His tongue snaked out and moistened the twin petals of flesh.Pamela stood. Passing through a particularly thick patch of water plants, I emerge into a shallow meadow, which reaches from the hillside right to the water’s edge. Here, I cannot simply stop for a moment, the sheer awesome beauty hammering me into peaceful and passive submission. I almost fall to my knees and sit on the softest grass that I have ever seen in the wild, my feet soon uncovered, allowing my toes freedom from shoes and socks and into the cool & thick, natural carpet. I never lay down in strange.