There were two things, in particular, that I’d always dreamed of, and fantasized about; one of which Cindy tried once and hated, and one of which sh... refused to even try. Those things passed through my mind at the tree, fleetingly, and then flew away with the distraction of having a hot, hungry, demanding young blonde working me over: the reality was better than the fantasy, and so the fantasy departed.I realized that I’d been gone a long time from the spot where Cindy — my wife of nearly. “Come with me, and lets have a swim.” “Like naked?” Amy asked, blushing the whole time. “Well yes, why get our clothes wet?” I jogged over to my secret hiding spot, a hole in a bottom of a tree truck, and pulled out a cooler. I popped it open, and inside was a few towels, a blanket, and some ritual/normal candles. I grabbed the towels, and blanket, laying the blanket down, and the towels on it, I started undressing. Amy’s eyes became wide. “Um-- Rowan, I- I’m not s-so sure about t-this.” Amy. She sucked at the head while stroking up and down in a quickening pace, wanting him to shoot his sticky juices. She was soon rewarded with a couple of hot spurts that she sucked down greedily. She hurriedly licked his cock head clean before pulling his gown down and covering him back up with the sheet, then leaving the room. But as she left, she knew she would be doing this again if she had another chance.......+++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Since that night so long ago, she had managed to. By that time I had developed a way to work a finger inside my underwear by leaving one of the middle buttons on my fly undone. So even if he looked, I appeared to simple have my hands folded on my lap while I was actually rubbing the sweet spot slowly with one finger.It was no surprise to me when he unzipped and pulled out his cock. Since the theater was so empty I was able to sneak a few peeks at it without being caught and, though I considered myself completely straight, I found myself.