She was offering me her kisses and her body. What would you give to be eighteen again? To make perfect love to a woman for the first time ever and to...feel that electrifying thrill throughout your body at her every touch, her every kiss? To feel coursing through your veins the force that through the green fuse drives the flower, in the words of the poet? What would you give to feel that supreme ecstasy yet mixed with bittersweet knowledge that age brings? To enjoy that fierce sexual intensity. Get dressed she ordered. We where in my truck headed to Keith's lake house. My wife was letting her skirt ride up showing me lots of smooth tanned leg. She kept her legs together so I couldn't see her pussy but she let me see a mile of left leg. As I pulled up to the lake house I could see there where more cars here than last year. My wife committed on that too. She said lookey at all the cars and trucks....I bet there's new guys here I haven't fucked ...I got out and walked around to help my. I can’t do this shit forever,’ he said. ‘Did you manage to sleep at all?’ she asked and put the book on the side table. ‘Yeah, for like three hours,’ he said. ‘I missed you.’ Despite the sweetness of his words, the feeling of resentment returned and Elle said almost petulantly: ‘Then how come you never answered my text?’ ‘My phone ran out of juice when I woke up,’ he said. ‘I would ask to borrow Karen’s phone, but I just wanted to get the hell out of there.’ His straight answer mollified her. I was getting hot listening to them, so I slipped my hand into my sweats and massaged my clit while my other hand carressed one of my nipples. When she came the second time, I came too and I thought that Mr. B would soon finish with her, but it seemed she was building to a third orgasm when suddenly it was clear there was trouble."No Evan, stop! Stop! Stop! You're hurting me. Owwwwww. Celeste!"I rushed into the room to find Evan taking her doggy style. I shouted "Stop!" and he pulled out of.