Yes, he wore some flowers in his hair. Soon he was a regular in the Haight-Ashbury hippy community. Drugs, alcohol and easy sex made staying worth his...while. They would go spit at the servicemen returning from Viet Nam. They called them murderers and rapists, baby killers and all manner of nonsense. It took years for the war to wind down. When it finally went away, there were thousands of ‘flower children’ just like him with no guidance and nowhere to go. The old man remembered how deserted he. My cock was jumping in my pants as I watched my wife tit-fuck herself with this fake dick. After a few moments of this, she then took the cock in both hands and moved it to her lips. She rubbed the tip of it slowly over her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and rubbed the tip over her bottom lip and the circled it around her mouth to the top lip. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I almost gasped as she slid the cock between her lips and gently sucked its head. I saw the sides of her mouth. It certainly wasnt necessary that she shed all her clothing and she didnt need to scatter her apparel randomly throughout the property but she enjoyed the added stimulation of becoming completely naked as she wandered about and in the process leaving herself vulnerable to discovery if someone unexpectedly came into the house while she was in the throes of pleasure. The risk of being discovered without the option of covering herself heightened the sexual excitement for her performance. Often. Perhaps you'd like to." Oh," Blair said, anxious to please the man, but finding the thought a bit dull. What the hell would anyone want to go below deck and watch a furnace burning for?"That's where most of the real action takes place," the man said, bowing his head a bit and then staring up at her. "Everything up here is a bit dull by comparison I suppose. Whenever I feet a bit spaced out from all this ocean and sky stuff, I take a peek below myself. Care to join me now?"Blair stepped up and.