Through the thin material of our shirts, I could feel the hardness of her nipples.We had to come up for some air, our breathing and heart rates had sk...rocketed. We were both somewhat abashed by what had happened but that didn't stop us holding hands again, walking deeper into the woods to a little glade, well known to us. Here, I stopped, turned to her and uttered the first words of our meeting: "Let's lie down." To my relief, she did and lifted her arms to welcome me. I have no idea how long. The image was haunting and surreal. Her blue steel gaze seemed softer now, lost in the pleasure of the moment. She ran her fingers over his shaft and found he was once again almost fully aroused. He watched her stand up, with a sense of helplessness and want, her pale body blending with the scenery of the flat in the dim lights of the city. She seemed more a ghost than anything. Even her slow, graceful gestures completed the illusion. ‘How old are you, Brad?’, she asked in a sweet soft voice.. Some were muscular, some were fat as hell, some were old and wrinkled but most were young. The ones that I thought were younger guys always had thicker, sweeter tasting cum and came a lot.After that first trip, they took good care of my cock while I took care of theirs. I always left the bathroom with some girl's panties around my hard cock and a belly full of cum. It didn't matter how many times they made me cum, I never went soft the whole time. I wouldn't go soft until I went home and beat. Or they'd just drive one of the mountain roads up the Methow, or Chewack, or Lost River valleys, sometimes topping out on a high ridge where they could see mountain peaks stretching away in all directions. Or sometimes, during hot summer weekends, they would go to a small lake for a day of fishing, swimming, and picnicking.Shouts and his mother's protests awakened Graydon from a deep sleep. It had been a dreamless sleep, black and unconscious. Now he was fully awake, hearing the raging argument.