’ Brett held his wife and his stomach rumbled. ‘Get up woman and get dressed. I have to feed you and our son. Then we need to call…’ He paused...as he looked once more at his wife who sat in the center of their bed not moving. ‘Oh no,’ she groaned. ‘Cici and Dina warned me. You’re going to be one of those doting husbands.’ Brett laughed as he pulled on his slacks and passed her the clothes. ‘Hell yes.’ He chuckled. ‘You think it’s bad now. When Mom finds out, she will demand we move back to the. Her words made me feel like a wild animal, exploding with lust, as never-ending waves of pleasure came with every slutty word and urgent squeezing and pulling and stroking of my erupting shaft. Thick globs of cum ran down her arms and dripped from her hot outthrust nipples, beautifully wet and hard.She kept jerking my cock until I was spent, but knew that there was still more pleasure to give me as long as my cock stayed hard. She swallowed the slick shaft once more, urging more pumping. Why don’t we see if your cock will fit in? Let me see it. Show it to me sweetie!’The next minute she’s undoing my belt and pants. She is still lying on the wheat sacks ad I’m standing up at her head. She drops my pants and my big thick cock is at half-mast and while she’s staring at it, it starts to rise, growing bigger, getting stiff and hard before her eyes, inches away from her mouth, and she is wrapping her fingers around it, looking up at me …‘Jimmy,’ she says. ‘They say if you can get it. We managed to put together some semblance of a picnic from what remained in the fridge. I had cooked up plenty of chicken the day before in case something had gone wrong with the initial batch, so we packed a little cooler with that, some chips and assorted goodies from my cupboards, and headed out. Since Becky had the car and was driving, she was the pilot and took us out to Thatcher Park, located in the Helderberg Mountain area of New York. Not really mountains, but really nice, with abundant.