There were four of them, planning to fish. Only two of them were locals, the other two were much younger and rather small, evidently from the city. Th...y stopped by the house and asked permission to go to the creek to camp for several days and to fish, of course mom agreed. Frequently these campers gave us fish that they had caught or shared with us the wild game that they shot. Later, the next day, which was hot and muggy, I was out walking through the woods, not really paying much attention. I had no intention of moving and as my mouth filled with my friends load I reached capacity and a small amount of cum dribbled down my friends shaft. Ian took his hand away and I pulled my head up and opened my mouth to show him just what he had done to me. My mouth was full and a small amount of his cum dribbled down my chin. I closed my mouth and swallowed showing Ian my empty mouth as I done so. It was incredible and the taste, far from horrifying me, made me want more and I used a finger to. And then, well, then you'll see.? ?How about we skip the slow and gently, and go right for the frantic frenzy?That's so much fun,? she said, reaching to squeeze his nipples playfully. He seized her arms, this time holding them tightly above her head. ?Good thingscome to those who wait, my little hedonist,? he murmured. ?Am I going to haveto tie you up? Or can you keep your hands to yourself like a good girl?? heasked, gently spanking one cheek. ?Tie me up? What do you think this is? Some. My wife loves her.Today I called to let Cynthia know I was early and I'd see her in a few. She told me the coffee was ready. I put on my suit coat and left in my Range Rover. It's a good vehicle for these gravel roads we live on. It was only a couple of minutes, actually, down to her ranch house. I parked out in the drive. Her cone flowers and peonies were blooming along the stone walkway to her front door."Hello, Brad. How've you been dear one?" You know me, Cynthia. I'm always good. What a.