He gasped again as I flicked my tongue into his puckered turd box. I moaned, as well. What I was doing, was something I'd fantasized about for some t...me. My lips tried to make the perfect seal over his tight hole as I pushed my tongue as far inside Stephen as I could. It never seemed far enough. I strained, forcing my tongue further, willing it to grow as my cock had. I settled for swirling my tongue around inside that wondrous hole, flicking the outside then pistoning my head back and. We had passed a group of four guys several times, and knew they be would be coming along soon. Sure enough they came by a few minutes later, and we had to huddle together naked in the water until they were gone. We then sat and talked for the next hour, knowing we didn’t have to rush this time since no one was at the end waiting to pick us up. It was a calming feeling sitting in the shallow river with the cold water flowing over our naked bodies. It was difficult not touching such a beautiful. As well as being interesting, her conversation had also been littered with sexual innuendo which had helped distract me from the groping my wife was receiving alongside me under the table from Peter, the well-built, rugby-playing husband of our host Elaine. Despite making considerable progress with Alice, Peter had eventually abandoned her and concentrated on our new friend Julie on his other side. This change of attack had proved admirably successful; he had gone on to fuck her brutally and. “Oh Jeff, I knew you loved me, but damn,” I said. Then he smiled and leaned down a bit. He gave a nice kiss and put his arms under me. Then my heart started beating quickly once again. I guess our sex life was great for awhile, but the excitement didn't stick around completely. But now he was fucking me on the table. He didn't wanna put too much weight on the table, it wasn't big, but not too small either. But he stayed on his feet OK. “Well I certainly like this. It's really kinky Jeff,” I.