It was like a side of me I'd never known existed had suddenly sprung into being.By now I was getting over half his cock into my mouth, proud of it, an... slowly taking more with each forward bob, curious as to how much I could possibly take in."Get ready for my load, cock sucker," he demanded a couple of minutes later, as I'd reached over six inches sliding in and out of my mouth.Suddenly he grabbed my head and began fucking my face, ironically something I sometimes did to my wife, as he slammed. She said my parents had asked her to keep an eye on me and my b*****r ant that she would spend the night in our house. It was a beautiful day and the sun was out and in sweden this is kind of a big deal, so we tend to capture these moments. She therefor dropped her clothes and took a sun lounger and joined me on the porch. When she removed her clothes I once more could see her hairy pits. She picked up a bottle of sun lotion and started to smear herself. She accidently got way more sunlotion. It felt really good as he did all that. With his eyes closed and hips moving, he was enjoying the innocent malice. Slowly, one of his hand had also come down and held the pipe as he wrote alphabets or made circles in the tub with the warm fluid leaving his body unending. Hector emptied his bladder in the tub and it took long. He realized, how badly he had needed to go. If he had to tell some of his buddies, he would positively say that he took an extremely wicked leak. Somehow, he always. If you’ve ever seen the film ‘The French Lieutenant’s Woman’ you’ll be familiar with the Cobb at Lyme Regis, a costal town in South West England. It’s a pier type construction like a huge, wide wall, which shields the harbour and protects the town from rough seas. We’d had more than a few glasses of wine, so probably shouldn’t have been walking on top of the sloping uneven, slightly slippery stone surface. Especially in the dark, with waves crashing either side of us, several feet below..