Jenny enjoyed floating down the big lakes in the Ozarks on pontoon boats and fishing for bass, crappie, and the occasional catfish. It was a nice easy...life.Joe had become more obsessive about sailing and now seemed pretty good at operating a pretty good size sailboat on a lake. The Sea of Cortez could be a different story.On the one hand, it was almost like a lake; with land on three sides. What they did not realize was that when the tide came in and out, such a narrow body of water was subject. He pushes the waist band down and his cock flops out and I grab it. He has me stroke him and play with the tip.After a couple of minutes - he gets on his hands and knees to suck my tits as I lie on my back - my hand again goes for his cock and I flick my finger across the head as a little pre-cum drips out - massage his balls - rub the spot that is between his balls and ass hole. I avoid direct contact of my finger and his butt hole. No need to get him overly excited. He pulls my panties down. We walk hand in hand along the curving driveway and then off along a path across rolling countryside. The sun is warm with barely a breath of wind. Walking a little further we enter a wood, the ground carpetted in bluebells. We stop and smile, perhaps we have the same thought of making love amongst the bluebells or perhaps the chance to hold each other close and kiss with no one looking on. We kiss, lost in the moment, happy in each others company, the world forgotten, the scent of the flowers. Miss Smith was 55, 5’2” and dumpy in her small frame, and had been a teacher all her life never marrying as she loved her job too much.As we hugged a minute or so then I pulled apart and looked at her, it seemed the most natural thing to do as I leaned forward and gave her a kiss, as I pecked her on the cheek she turned to face me and as we stood inches apart, she said “You were always my favourite ****” I leaned closer and we kissed on the lips, she opened her mouth and my tongue slipped.