Beth’s breasts were perfect as far as I’m concerned. They were cones, high on her chest. They didn’t sag a bit. Her nipples were sharp points, a...d if I suck them, my wife is going to fuck my brains out within a few minutes.Seeing Beth stride across the flight line and climb into one of our birds was an inspiring sight.I guess over the years of being married to Beth I got cured of my attraction to little girls. Then again, the only young girl I’ve ever desired was Beth. Maybe it was just nature. ’ I was naive and had no idea what he was talking about or what was happening at the rest areas until he explained that ‘they’ hung out there, seeming surprised that I didn't know that. Well, that set the stage for me. A few weeks later, after a night out with no luck with the ladies, I remembered my friend’s comments. I guess I’d committed myself to making something happen because before I headed to the rest area I went home and took a shower, making sure to wash my cock and balls. . or you wouldn't have had wood all over her leg on the frat bench. Sure my clit was a longer than some, just think about how your dick felt. There is too much sex to be had in this world to start shutting doors." Michael nodded slightly, but didn't look overly troubled, and I had a feeling that this mild rationalization was more than enough. It hadn't taken me much to talk Michael out of his class schedule into the student union for beers. And it didn't take much for me to talk him out of his. " There was the slightest bit of a hitch to her voice. Good. I was a little nervous about how far I'd go, but didn't much care, really, so I let the good times roll."Stick you ass out, cunt." She cocked her bootay out in subbie compliance and I gave that smoking hot ass a light warm-up slap. I worked up to a nice rhythm, the soft strands of the flogger laying down a nice whap-whap-whap. I moved round on her bottom making sure I covered all the local real estate.When her butt looked to be rare.