They talked the afternoon away, enjoying the weather and the view. He brought out bread, cheese, cakes and a thermos of tea from his backpack. After t...ey ate, he lay with his head in her lap as she caressed his short hair. He read her an old poem that she didn’t remember hearing before, Cornish Cliffs. It was a perfect description of this place, this day. Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun… As he read, she watched his mouth. His stubble, not yet. She was trembling, uncertain. “Richard, you're always gone so long... I'm sorry.. I just...” She was pleading, but his stoney expression silenced her. There was nothing but the sound of the lawnmower next door as he knocked her, un-gently, to the floor. Inside his pants his cock was straining, harder than it had ever been before to see her sprawled like a rag-doll, her body limp and pliant and juicy from the orgasm she'd had. He unzipped himself, and his cock sprang free, thick and angry red.. I received many friends requests and instant messages that I ignored. I was there for the sexy stories. I quickly got into a routine that I looked forward to all day long. At the end of my busy day I would begin to prepare for my “date” with the next author and their story by running a nice warm bath, thick with scented bath oils, and surrounded by a number of scented candles. I would slowly undress in front of a full length mirror as if it were my favorite lover. Slowly unbuttoning my jeans, I. ” I said, but I keep telling her to go play.” Kris said well let’s see what we can do. She walked over to Judy and started playing with her nipples and then leaning down and began to eat her out. After another couple of orgasms Judy stopped and actually had a smile on her face. She said, “that felt so good, it’s been so long.” Kris said, “well let’s change that.”Over the next half hour Judy continued to play with Kris’ help and I sat there with an actual hard-on on my tiny dickette. When Judy.