I can only hope that this ongoing story fulfills everyone’s desires. Keep that feedback coming, I’ve gotten a lot of really deep, personal thought... and a few people surprised me by telling me how much this means to them. I’m thrilled that this means so much to you guys, it means a lot to me, but you are the reason people write in the first place, it’s all about the readers. Enjoy- The Cowboy) NOW: Melissa Melissa slid out of the hammock rather awkwardly while trying to keep her hold on the. And we did stay together, if peculiarly. My life become one of memory and fantasy. Memories of days, nights, experiences, with Julie and Anne, and other women, some of whose names I could not even remember, some of whom I was surprised to realize I had known twenty or thirty years earlier, were incomparably more vivid than Lynn’s infrequent, wraithlike presence. I masturbated to those memories considerably more than I had sex with my wife. And I masturbated to rented videos, seeking out those. I discretely still kept rubbing my cock whilst signing for the item and blew my load right there in front of the courier. He walked off none the wiser at what I'd just done but I felt so damn naughty and good that I quickly took a picture of both my soaked dressing gown and cock to the guy. He replied straight away real desperately with "God I wish I was there! We should meet up!". I felt a little uneasy at this proposal as I haven't ever met anyone, let alone had a sexual encounter as I was. She pushed my head into her cleavage. Then I hugged her tightly.Slowly caressing my hair. I pressed her navel then we smooched about 10 mins. Then we both we moved to drawing room.She wanted to be fucked on dining table. She sat oh the table whil I slowly removed her tight shorts liking her feet from toe to thighs. She started to moan mmmmmmmm.I slowly moved my hands through her legs. While I lifted her tank top and licked her navel .Gelina was in pleasure mmmmmmm. I then removed her tank top..