Now, tell me what Mrs. Harper actually said.” “Wheeew! Wow! Okay, I’m going to tell you what the ‘Voice of Wisdom’ had to say. Then we are g...ing to prepare ourselves to be obedient to it, alright?” Cameron began to kiss her again, but softly, and with tease. He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. “Enough,” she cried, “ Mrs. Harper told me to get you into my bed and I intend to do that – come on, Mr. Storyteller, I want to see that cock, and then we are going to fuck!” Cameron began to. One evening when we were talking, I put it to her that she could not go long without cock and that was why there seemed always to be a man around.After telling me off for being so crude she did concede that she was a man's woman and never had any feelings for other women and yes did love cock.!She had always been faithful to whichever boyfriend she had but did not necessarily keep them long and moved on to another regularly! While we were discussing sex, she also found out about my sex life and. I turned on the audio system and let the sounds of Sinatra and Connick wash over us. We fished another bottle out of the cooler below and sprawled out on the settee in each other’s arms, letting our hands explore the contours of the other’s body, hearing the contended sighs of lovers as we talked about nothing. Our reverie was broken by the arrival of a smaller powerboat in the cove. A voice called out and asked if they could share the anchorage. Although loathe to give up our privacy, courtesy. The couple rolled lazily over onto their backs and smiled up at Angie."Good morning," Sharon murmured with the hushed sensuality of a well-fed cat. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Words fail me, my dear," Angie giggled, dropping onto her knees between the handsome twosome and giving them both a big hug. "You sure are nice people," she said. "And I sure am glad I'm the kind of girl who picks up strangers and fucks their dogs." It was beautiful last night, Angie, it really was. You're an.