“Hi, Jason.” I turn away from my husband’s tool bench in the garage. The weather is hot; summer in our town always is. Today it’s at least one...hundred degrees. Suddenly, it feels hotter than that. My neighbor’s son stands shirtless in the driveway; his baggy shorts hang low around trim hips. He’s not wearing boxers, and a shiver races through me despite the heat. His cock, which I know to be long and thick, hangs heavily, tenting the cotton khaki of his shorts. I lick my lips. “How are you. I heard car doors closing, a sound soon followed by the crunch of feet on gravel, and when I looked up, pre-cum smeared around my lips, I saw a gathering of glassy-eyed men in a half-circle around the bench.They were a mixed bunch, a couple of middle-aged, some slightly younger and one or two, in normal circumstances, I wouldn't have even dreamt of looking at twice. But these weren't normal circumstances, they were quite extraordinary to me, this was my first time out dogging and I was so. Beth moved her hands as necessary to help him pass; the thing he couldn't duck was her swinging breasts, which wiped up and down his torso to the rhythm of Lon's thrusts.Candace watched all of this, amused. When Rick was in a position from which he might be capable of making an insertion, she called out, "Lon, Honey, don't be stingy -- let Rick get some pussy! You can move around a bit to make it work..."'Just TRY to get a nut with Mama around, ' Lon thought, rolling his eyes, 'Just TRY!' But. I dated a lot of "traveling men" while a "stew," but was never married until I met my soon to be Ex. I guess as far as I'm concerned, my ex considered me a trophy wife. He brought Davy, a son from a previous marriage with him. We had Peggy fairly quickly and then he seemed to lose interest in me. I should say, in us. He used his position as a pilot to stay away for long periods. Far longer than the average pilot. And of course, over time I discovered samples of his infidelity."Dutch glanced.