It was me.And I told him that I had known it must 'a been good for him because, just before he'd come, he'd gotten real good and hard -- almost as big...and hard as he must of been, back in his own day. And I told him he had a real nice big pecker, which was nothing but God's truth.All during this time Bill was still coming to the cafe and leaving me good tips and all, and we were seeing each other those two nights a week. Maybe people were talking about it, I don't know. Probably somebody saw me. My balls start to tighten and I start to get the familiar feeling again. That feeling of reaching orgasm. I pull her head away from my spit soaked cock and I look at her teary face. She pants heavily trying desperately to get more air. “Take your panties off you old slut. I’m going to fuck that hole of yours till you cum.” Sandy says nothing and obeys immediately. I bend her over on Kathy’s couch and f***efully thrust my wet penis inside her dark damp mature love hole. Sandy screams and writhes. As Tom swam about he noticed a small wooden platform just out from the lake’s edge. It was anchored to the lake floor and bobbed about with the lap of the water but didn’t drift away. Tom swam over to it then climbed up onto the surface and rested there for a moment enjoying the full sensation of the air as it immediately began drying his naked skin.As Tom rested on this platform he became aware of his penis again. The sensuous feeling of being totally naked in the middle of nowhere was. I'd smelled and tasted my friend's older sister's panties when I was twelve and could relate and didn't get too pissed. I knew they had smeled and tastedl her cunt juices.The next Saturday morning Steve came over to help me change the spark plugs on the boat. Debbie served us coffee in my shirt and white silk panties. I was facing away from the door, but saw Steve's eyes get wide. When I looked around at her, her hand was comming away from the button just below her tits.Fifteen minutes.