I could feel it in my testicles—the way my little swimmers were boiling and waiting to be freed after so much time. "Oh shit!" gasped Hayley. Small ...himpers come out of her mouth as she buries her face in my neck. "Yes! Yes! GOD! Just like that! FUCKING YES!" if she liked it hard, she liked it fast, it seems. I do still have it, after all. Her legs tighten around me. I can feel her nipples against my chest, only making me harder if that's even possible. Before I realize it, she makes us roll. Shove that tongue in deep baby. Fuck me with it. I am pounding myself with that hot vibrator, imagining it is you licking me out, as deep as you can go. Oh wiggle it sweetie, wiggle it in there...” My wife is quickly closing in on her orgasm. I have to stop so she doesn’t yet. I pull up to a whimper of protest and her hands come down again, reaching to push my face back down. She is losing complete control. Usually she plays that game so well. I grab one blanket and wrap it through her arms. I. ’ Sounded good. ‘Tomorrow we’ll rest during the day, but in the evening we’re having a small private party here. It’ll be 1960s themed. There’s a retro shop in the city centre where we can pick up an outfit for you.’ Then Rebekka dropped her voice, adding, ‘And of course, you’ll need some nice lingerie.’ It seemed weird having my life and my wardrobe planned out for me. It all sounded good though. As I sucked on a strawberry I wondered who these friends might be, and if the Perfect Ones fitted. There's no one around, so I don't bother with a suit. I'm a dolphin cutting through the water, swimming naked, natural and free.Oh sure, sometimes when I come out and I'm drying off, I'll look up and I'll see movement from one of the windows. He, he. Maybe it's Mr. Schwartz. Give 'em a thrill. Or maybe it's Rabbi Cohen. That sweet old letch is always trying to paw me. I doubt if the poor guy can get it up, so what's the difference? Besides ... his wife makes a great matzo ball soup.But I'm not.