She hefted the jug to her forearm and drank deeply then set the big stoneware container down and smiled. I told her my name, said I was happy to know ...er, and offered her what little food I had in my knapsack. She had some dark bread. We ate without any talk, my mind playing with the idea of bedding the girl and forgetting her ferryboat.The clatter of hooves ended our meal, and a big grenadier sergeant trailed by a young ensign came through the front door without even a knock. "Where the hells'. " It's great to meet you, Anna Maria, I'm Rachael." Do you live around here?" I asked. "Yeah, nice and close, how about you?" "Yes, I live in the apartment building four blocks from here." Oh, that's still affordable there." I sipped my Margarita as she sipped her drink slowly. I offered her another drink.when she was done with hers. She smiled and answered. "Yes, I'd like another one Rachael, thank you." I asked the bartender, Brandi, for another lemon lime Margarita and got another one for. I am excited and engaged and curious and extroverted and expressive and passionate. I enjoy being a passionate person, and its good for me, my business and my family life. Again, you can say it is wrong, but my wife just does not want it. I need it to feel whole. How can it be wrong if everyone is happier? I really do think she knows, and doesnt say a word, she still has the home, the career the good money and kids and no longer has to put up with my libido. Its win/win, right? So back to that. I grabbed both his legs and just played with them for a second, they were great, muscular for his age. Athletic, at least. Watch this. I grabbed his thighs and I licked from his inner thigh until I got to his now very stiff, young boy cock. Then my lips wrapped around his penis as I worked his foreskin up and down with my lips as I swirled his penis with my tongue. The little boy was in heaven as you could tell by the way he was grabbing the sheets. He squirmed beneath my knowing mouth. His.