I left the raw water pump running, sluicing river water over the deck as I scrubbed it down with a broom until the water was as clear as, well, river ...ater, then I went back to Little Miss Perfect piloting us towards the park landing.“It’s clean.”“What a mess,” she said. “Sad. There you are, one minute everything’s idyllic. You’re on the river, the sun’s shining. The next...”“Life is that way sometimes,” I replied.“So hurry up and marry me.”“License tomorrow,” I said. “Judge or somebody by. “I never thought,” I said, “that you would be so uninhibited when it comes to sex.”“Oh well, not everybody needs to know that. But for me it is completely natural. My sister and myself were raised as free spirits. We really can’t relate to prudish people.”I wondered, exactly how free their spirits were, as well as how incredibly broad Cory’s definition of ‘prudish’ had to be. I had the distinct impression that in her book, anyone who had less than three orgasms a day on average would qualify as. My cock starting to tingle. And I can feel your warm breath against my ear and neck while you say: „Hi my darling, nice to see you“. My cock is growing very fast. Now I am sitting there, blind folded on the sofa with a hard on.You pull back my foreskin to see want I can offer you. „Hmmm… nice“ you whispering in my ear.You take my hands aside and place them on the couch. I can hear you walking around in the room. You are taking something from the minibar and I think I can hear you taking off. The knowledge of her husband’s reverent gaze always made her easily excitable nipples stand up crinkled and thick and dark, achingly obvious beneath the thin cotton. And if she happened to take a deep breath or to stretch, pulling her shoulders back to push those suckable nubbins out even more boldly—especially when the couple was out somewhere in public and the poor boy couldn’t just begin molesting the naughty things as he so craved—she smiled secretly to see the sweat begin to bead upon his.