And a little more secure.But I couldn’t deny it continued to play on me. Gnaw away at me. Imagining this young fuck tapping up my wife. His youthful...hands feeling their way around with growing confidence. All young bucks like an older woman. MILF, cougar or whatever they call it now. Semra is not quite there yet, but must have had ten years on this goon.What was I doing to myself? What was I letting my wife do to me? Or more precise… what was I letting my wife do to others... I would like to. She had cum at least 10 times while taking each load deep into her hot fertile pussy. At this point, she was pretty much fucked into a state of orgasmic bliis, the guys all kissed her and said it was time to call it a night, after they left,I went back upstairs and found my girlefriend still awake. lying on our beg, legs spread, the bed beneath her ass soaked with mixed juices, her pussy was open with cum oozing out and down her ass. I found myself still hard and crawled onto the bed to give. It was her place to feel free, the only place she could imagine what the mystics felt–free and held, all at once. She could look down on the city–and see there the naked ambition, all the fear and anxiety, the rush and the mayhem. One car, after another, one office, after another. In this park, here in her ‘happy place,’ she felt none of it. Down in the city, she knew, was her real life and her future, and the place where she felt most alive, where she felt vital. But up here on Meredian Hill. It was lovely to have it all to myself. I sunk into the water, swirled by the powerful jets, and laid my head back. I closed my eyes and listened to the night and let my mind wander. Oh, it wandered into some wonderful fantasies. I began to touch myself, sliding my hands over my breasts, pinching and flicking my sensitive buds. They hardened as my mind raced along the dirty thoughts, pictures running through my mind. My breathing quickened as my hands slid further down, my fantasies becoming.