Damn it, I shouldn't have cum so fast, she wasn't my first. Debbie held me close, silently consoling me."Don't feel bad, Billy. Next time we'll take l...nger."Subconsciously I was thrilled at the promise of more. On a conscious level, I felt Debbie's hand slide between us. Quickly it was moving, the backs of her fingers rubbing my cock. I realized that she was masturbating, that I had not made her cum. Sadly, I promised myself that I would never again cum before she did. How I would accomplish. She’s beautiful in that natural way I wanted to see a woman – make-up-free, hair pulled into a short ponytail, chambray workshirt and oversized shorts, sweaty and speckled with hay because she thinks I shouldn’t have to do the work all by myself, and... “The goats say you don’t sit and talk with them,” she told me.I raised an eyebrow. “I know YOU talk to the goats. They talk back?”“Sure they do.”“And we’re having a baby? You’re mental?”“I commune with nature, sir.”Indeed she does. Our homestead. She furiously humped me. No sooner had it started it was over. I exploded inside of her. We looked at each other and laughed. Julie stepped away, submerged, and put her bottom back on. There was a weird silence as we began heading back to the shore. She said nothing and I did not know what to say. As we exited the water, we both realized that we were at least a quarter mile from where we had entered the water. There were no people in the immediate area. There were mounds of sand and some. I should also note that I had on this pull-over that my son just gave me as a present. It pulls down just below the crotch level, so I had pulled out my cock and covered it with the pull-over creating an obvious “cod-piece” effect.I passed one 40ish guy who seemed interested so I walked into a booth just beyond where he was sitting and playing with his own crotch. A hot gay shower scene was playing. I pulled up the sweater to play with my dick but he didn’t respond. He seemed more.